Flash Fiction || Nightmare

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‘Come with me.’
She said and held out her hand.
I took it and she dragged me with her into the water and I drowned. Woke up covered in the sweat of her who looked so much like me.

I would stay awake shivering in bed. Listening to father panting in the next room from exerting his palms on mother.
Years later, mother talked about her who she lost to father’s beating. My twin. That night, the nightmare stopped.

©Ajibike Oyindamola

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