Aisha

A Short Story

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Them, 2016

“Wake up,” she whispers to him, in the predawn hour of 5 AM.

“I’m up. I’m up. What’s going on,” he replies groggily, trying to choose her over somnolence.

“I had a nightmare.”

“What happened?”

“You wanted us to meet on a boat cruise that boarded at 2:30 in the morning. It’s scary at that…