Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers. Am lagging again this week, sorry! For more stories, click the froggy:
Reluctantly, the weary soul rises from her long slumber, dusting the mist of ignorance from her sleep-encrusted eyes. At last free from the seemingly unending dungeon, the crystal clear colors of reality are at first too bright. Fearful, she flees, returning to the world she once knew, a world now pale, now lifeless, to her waking eyes.
Despondent, yet hopeful, she must learn the ancient lesson: truths learned can never be forgotten. Once awake, once truly awake, it is impossible to ever sleep again. Weary, but determined, she must turn and prepare to greet the day again.
Okay, this week I’ve been spending a lot of time researching Greek-influenced mystical works for a project in progress. This story is partly inspired by our beautiful photo, partly by Plato’s famous Cave, and partly by one of my favorite songs (which I’ve had on repeat play while waiting for this looong winter and my gloomy mood to end!)