Seventy Five

Asher

I was dreaming again. Fuck.

It started the same as they always did, nothingness interrupted by the thundering sound of hoofbeats. I braced myself for the oncoming terror, for flames and death and the nightmarish landscape I’d become accustomed to. Instead, the world around me was lush and green, a peaceful creek cutting a path in front of me. The sun was high in the sky while birds sang from the trees.

“What the hell?”

“Eden, actually,” my mother’s voice corrected.

I spun around to find her wading through the water, an apple in her outstretched palm.

“I think I’ve heard this story. The person with the...