I’ve been away from Friday Fictioneers for a while. Life has been crazy. Just finished up my first week at new job. (I survived!) And have a closing for my new house scheduled for next week. So I’m finally starting to feel like, okay, my life is going to be normal or at least normalized…. And, how I’ve missed writing flash fiction for Rochelle, who every week posts these fascinating prompts for 100-word stories.
Hope you enjoy my take below. If you’d like to participate with your own story and/or read more flash fiction, click the froggy.
Sometimes, I dream of you. At least I have not forgotten you.
In the dream, we stand together in a long, unending room with no doors. At the end of the room shines a brilliant light, a blindingly bright light, a light I cannot reach, not yet.
Perhaps, the light is heaven. Perhaps, that is where you are.
In my dream, you are young, brown curls bouncing on rosy cheeks. I hold you tight, never wanting to let you go. And that’s when, usually, I wake up.
Most days, life goes on. Life must go on. But sometimes I still remember.
9 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Sometimes”
Gosh, how sad.
Very sad, but also beautiful. Actually, I’ve had dreams of loved deceased people that remind me of your story.
Thanks. I think I based it on similar dreams.
The image of “brown curls bouncing on rosy cheeks” is really sweet. I can see how she would want to hold this one tight. Recently, I’ve been dreaming of my dad who passed recently…he’s been singing which makes me smile when I wake up. Dreams are powerful.
This is beautiful. I have missed your flash fiction.
I’m feeling a grief that’s starting to ease?
I think you’re right. Thx
A lovely tale, very well written.