CNF Writing Exercise: Spirit of the Childhood Past

It was a scream in the dead of that summer night that interrupted my dream. I kept my eyes closed. A monster might creep up to me any minute.

Footsteps. Hurried footsteps.

“Wake up. Mommy needs to go to the hospital. There’s something in her ear.”

I barely understood what Daddy said from still feeling sluggish. I took my baby brother anyway as Daddy put the sleeping little boy in my arms. In all this confusion, all I remember are Mom’s wails, the chilly air, and the dark quiet road.