Far Fetched Fables No. 64 Chris Roberson and Malcolm Chandler

Flash Fiction: “Frankenstein’s Monster” by Malcolm Chandler



I want Mandy out of my head.


They say the Dream Doctor is the man for the job.


He is a small, hunched man of vaguely Central European origins. He wears small rectangular glasses perched on the end of his nose. He is the timeless kind of withered man who could be 70 years old or 7,000.


“Her name, again?” he asks, adjusting his glasses on the end of his nose.


“Mandy.”


“Mandy,” he repeats, pecking at a tablet with his crooked index fingers. “Symptoms?”


“I can’t sleep without dreaming about her.”


It used to be one or two nights a year. Then once a week. Now it’s every night. Every night the same dream. Mandy on the beach with the wind teasing her straight, black hair. Mandy smiling her thousand watt smile. Mocking me. Or maybe inviting me. Impossible to tell which.


Each time I wake in a cold sweat, trembling. And each... For information regarding your data privacy, visit acast.com/privacy