Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Six

The sign swung in the breeze: The Land Where Dreams Come True.

She pushed open the door and handed over her wad of cash, impatiently scrawling her signature at the bottom of many pages of legal bumf.

It wasn’t until she found herself sitting in a narrow white bed that she even wondered how her dreams might be made flesh. But flesh they were, that came to tear and torment. Her tortured screams ripped the air about her head.

The white coated ‘nurse’ looked down on her without a shred of compassion.

“We’ve never had one die on us before…”

©️jj 2018

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