This month Bruce has challenged us with the topic of A Dawning Realisation [sic].
Word Count: 50
Chuck woke up face-down in the street. That was the problem with dreaming, eventually you wake up.
He made a quick inventory of body parts—head, hands, arms, legs, feet—they were all there and they all hurt.
What happened? Why me?
Because shit happens, and it happened to you.
Note: Bruce & Ideflex have inspired me to serialize this post into a monthly saga — 50 words at a time. You may click on this link to start reading this anthology.