Premonition
Gerald awoke from the nightmare covered in sweat, a scream caught in his throat.
“What is it, honey?” his wife asked.
“I dreamed that my flight out of Boston tomorrow morning crashed and I was killed.”
“If it’ll make you feel better, why don’t you cancel the trip and just stay home instead?”
Gerald canceled the flight, but decided to go in to work for a couple of hours. He was in his office on the 95th floor of the World Trade Center’s north tower when he received a text message. His flight, American Airlines 11, had departed on time.
Predictable, but so was the remake of “I Spit On Your Grave.” And I love it. Well, written. Concise. Sharp. And the writer, as is a necessity with well-done flash, makes the reader a willing partner in the tale. Great job.
Comment by Rob M. Miller — February 21, 2012 @ 9:36 pm
I thought this was really good. Being a Brit, I didn’t pick up the references quite as quickly, but that last paragraph was a stunner.
Comment by John Ritchie — February 22, 2012 @ 12:30 pm
I certainly felt a shiver with this one. Neat twist.
Comment by Sandra Crook — February 22, 2012 @ 2:40 pm
Thanks, Sandra, John and Rob!
Comment by Bob Eccles — February 23, 2012 @ 6:27 pm
Sometimes you just can’t win.
Comment by Oonah V Joslin — February 24, 2012 @ 1:52 pm