Written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you, Rochelle!
Always at the edge of a dream, you appear. Your fingertips caress my cheek, a feathery kiss upon my brow, and a whispered word: “soon.”
You’ve been gone so long I have given you up for dead. Dreams bring you to me, sustenance for the starving.
I awaken after this dream, still feeling your kiss. At this too early hour, I toss, sleep elusive.
A cup of tea calls. I perform the comforting ritual of boiling water, steeping, and then adding milk and sugar. As I stir, my eyes are drawn to the floor near the door where snow melts.
20 thoughts on “S’no(w) Dream”
I really like this… I like the pacing, and how much is said in so few words… Bravo 🙂
Thank you so much! 🙂
Very welcome 🙂
I love this story especially the ending! How interesting is that!
Thank you, Phyllis. This was roaming through my head for quite awhile before it made it to story. I’m glad you liked the ending!
I really did! It was awesome. Intriguing for sure.
Her dreams take form. Perhaps all dreams can
Thank you, Neil. Sorry for the excruciatingly late reply.
Beautifully written Sascha
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Thank you, Keith! I’ll be visiting shortly. I’m so behind! 🙂
Oh-so-beautiful. I could so relate to the ‘ comforting ritual’ of preparing tea.
Your story seemed like a beautiful early morning dream, didn’t want it to end.
thank you, Moon. Dreams and tea, can there be anything more comforting?
I agree with the others, the pace of your story is dreamlike in itself, then the end leaves the reader wondering. Kudos!
Thank you so much, Alicia. 🙂
I wonder what’s on the floor. You have my imagination running while. Well constructed, fraught with emotion.
Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂 I appreciate your reading!
That was beautifully done, Sascha. I like to think the tracks are the “you” in her dreams, finally come home.
The tracks are definitely “you” and I have a feeling he sneaks into the house quite frequently to check that she’s okay. This may be the closest he’s gotten to being caught at it. Thanks, Dale!