prose/story: Most Peculiar

Last night I dreamt a stairway, in a trailer old, reminded me of blood spilled by my own hand.

“Odd,” I thought. “Most peculiar.”

I can hardly crush an exoskeleton on a good day.

Then my best friend Binky, the six-foot-tall roach agreed “Most peculiar. Most strange.”

(c) 2011-2012 Luz Briar.