“What to do with this blurred illegal match?” he thought amidst the hustle and bustle of his recurrent marketplace dream.
He found himself – all at once – angry at having been put here, frustrated at not knowing why, intimidated by the zillions of people who seemed to know exactly where they were going and why, while their talk, which appeared to be in a foreign language, went by him like bird twitter.
– Niebla
An ultrashorty for 3WW.
I’m not a fan of any recurring dreams: they freak me out.