Carrying me from a world of blood, torture and torment, of cracking bones and tearing flesh, wakefulness came like sweet redemption.
It wasn’t like a dream at all, but more like a memory transplanted from the mind of another, displacing their suffering and inflicting it instead on a more deserving recipient.
As I leant over to check on Sarah, I saw that the cross she wore, nestling snugly in a bed of blonde ringlets, no longer rose and fell with her chest.
By Alex Voskou
Thanks for reading my 3-Sentence Story! This series has been created to raise funds for Animal Free Research UK.
Click here to donate to my Just Giving page