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This was his place. A sanctum of peace, serenity and love like no other. On top of a mountain overlooking the fields. Cloudless days allowed the horizon to kiss the earth. Today, the clouds rolled at his feet below the mountain peak. Glowing pink and yellow. He extended one foot to dip into it when a loud banging noise stopped him.
His eyes flew open. Noddy, his labrador jumped excitedly towards him and licked his face. Behind him tottered his toddler, squealing and snatching at the dog’s wagging tail.
He sighed. Five minutes of meditation would have to do.
Hope you enjoyed this attempt at flash fiction humour. Those with small children and hyperactive pets suffering from separation anxiety may relate to this somewhat.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wiesoff Fields. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.
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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.
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.
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