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We sat in the gardens of an ancient ruins, side by side. Laughing with the ghost of my mother. She looked young like me, but felt older. Behind us the shrubbery crawled over an abandoned castle, most of it gone. What stood was crumbling. Above us thick green canopies shaded us.
“When will we meet again?” I asked her, taking note how black her hair was, without the strands of grey that sprouted when she was still with us.
She offered me only a knowing smile as her answer.
Of course. I wasn’t permitted to the knowledge of the unseen.
100 words
My mother passed away two years ago. Yet I never feel as if she is gone. I still feel her overbearing, sometimes annoying, presence with me. (This was really how our relationship was! No angelic talk here 🙂 )
And when I dream of her, it feels as if I’m really seeing her, and in the dream I’m aware she has passed on.
There have been many dreams of her. The year she died, she came into one of my dreams on the eve of my birthday and I hugged her in delight, knowing she was not with us.
The above story is part of one of the dreams I had of her, where there was an abandoned castle behind us.
Proudly written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by our leading writer, Rochelle Wiesoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less! Click the frog icon to read more flash fiction by other awesome writers.
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An interesting image.
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Thank you, Iain 🙂
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That’s a beautiful way of describing how the people we love can live on in our memories and our dreams. We never know when we’ll meet them again, we just know that we will.
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It is a feeling of connectedness that is hard to explain. Guess it’s one of those mysterious things in life that. Thank you, Penny!
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What an interesting dream, Fatima
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Only the first part of the dream with the setting was true. The conversation we had was a different one than the 100 word limit would allow. Thank you, Neil!
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What a sweet way to honour your mother, Fatima.
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Thank you, Dale!
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A lovely tribute.
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Thank you, YN 🙂
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Simply delightful Fatima
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Guess even though your relationship may not have been idyllic, you love her a lot. God be with you!
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We were close, but had our differences like most parent-child relationships. She was a strong-willed woman for sure, and a successful entrepreneur. A very persuasive woman! Thank you for your kind comment 🙂
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Dear Fatima,
One word of crit. I think you might be missing a ‘how’ before black her hair was. Now…with that out of the way. I loved this. Beautifully dreamy and gently sweet.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for that, Rochelle. All fixed now! And I’m glad you liked it too 🙂
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Poignant and beautiful! I can see your dear mother smiling down on her lovely daughter.
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Thank you, Moon for that lovely sweet comment.
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And rightly so… we are better of not knowing when it will all begin again.
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Couldn’t agree with you more!
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You know, reading this, I have realized that I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed about my mother. Maybe the memories I have are vivid enough that I don’t need the dreams 🙂
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How lucky you are to have a chance to re-evaluate your relationship with your mother.
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Lovely story of Mother and daughter, not perfect, but so very human.
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