The Vanishing Street
A tale of dreams and disappearances
I fell asleep with stories swirling in my head. They were the most beautiful and engaging in Medium Town. Peaceful dreams danced in my mind as I woke up the morning after.
Sunshine streamed through my window. Something was amiss. My whole street was empty. All my friends’ houses were gone! Panic and anxiety overwhelmed my being. I was all alone. Around me, the desert rumbled with 410 and 404 numbers flying at the slightest breeze.
What had happened during the night? Fear wrapped around me like a shroud. Stories had power, and reading was the only rule. What now?
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***I originally published this short fiction drabble on Medium
About the Creator
Gabriela Trofin-Tatár
Passionate about tech, studying Modern Journalism at NYU, and mother of 3 littles. Curious, bookaholic and travel addict. I also write on Medium and Substack: https://medium.com/@chicachiflada & https://chicachiflada.substack.com/
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