PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary
In my dream world, we could all be equal, not lined up in tidy little rows, not all conveniently the same shape or size, but not so different, in some sense the same.
We could all join in agreement that maybe, just maybe, Someone looking down from above could see us in all our
diversity uniqueness beauty,
as we really are: precious, and special, worth protecting, worth
loving.
Then, I close the book, and open my eyes, and awake, to dream a little longer with you.
….
My 100-word entry for Friday Fictioneers (technically closer to 90 but who’s counting?) Running behind this week, but came down with something – yet again – fever, sore throat, mostly lost my voice (which is irritating, lots of communicating by gesturing). I can hardly wait for this winter to be over. I have never gotten sick as many times as I have this winter. But at least I had this mostly written first. 🙂 Glad I somewhat planned ahead, but also the mushrooms and Rochelle’s touching story this week especially inspired me.
Shalom,
Anne
Anne Higa 
I like your story, and the mushrooms. Sorry to hear you’re under the weather again. Laryngitis is such a pain. Hope you feel better soon!
Nice dream world, but it sounds like reality is also pretty good for your narrator.
yes the dream and always the dreams
Lovely – felt more like poetry with spare language and deeper meaning.
I like this little dream, and it’s so true. We’re really more the same than different. It read as poetry, and I agree with Erin, sparse and deep. Nice!
Oh I love your vision. Difference is beautiful
If you are interested in creating a piece for the Love In Ten Sentences event, I would love to check out your thoughts and interpretation. Your perspective is requested ❤ https://aubreysarch.wordpress.com/2015/03/07/love-in-ten-sentences/
Dear Anne,
It’s a sweet dream indeed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I absolutely loved this. There is so much deeper meaning in it. It is woven with dreams and laced with love. Beautiful.
Pretty!
I would stay away from those evil sea witches. They’re always after your voice.