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.