Caroline stepped out of the car and left the door hanging open behind her. The road was silent around her as she walked onto the short bridge that passed over a small river. Birds sang their morning songs in the trees lining either side of the river. The chipper notes were lost to Caroline’s ears as she focused in on the river pulsing slowly by her underneath the bridge she now stood on.

A car came screeching to a halt alongside Caroline on the bridge and a man jumped out of it, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Carrie! Carrie, come here.” Caroline continued to stare at the water, as if there were no one around speaking to her. The man quickly circled his car and walked over to Caroline. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Caroline did not move. She did not make a sound.

“Carrie, come on. Let’s go home.” He started walking backwards towards the car, and released one arm from her waist to open the passenger side door behind him.

Caroline blinked slowly.

“That’s right, sweetie. Get in the car.” Caroline shook her head, as if waking from a dream, and looked around in confusion.


“You were sleep walking again. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go home.”

[author’s note: I wrote this piece a few months back. I’m not particularly fond of it as I think it falls into the annoying flash fiction trap of adding a silly twist at the end that is like “ahaha! Got you!” However, since the twist wasn’t intentional, I figured it isn’t quite as annoying. I was simply writing this piece as it came into my mind, and the end was as surprising to me as I hope it was to you.]