Dream
It was the usual dream- he trying helplessly to reach
somewhere but not reaching anywhere. He woke up with a start – he was anxious,
uncertain and nervous. He peered at the clock; he could not find the numbers;
they had fallen like dead leaves.
Am I still dreaming?
He took a few sips of cold water and looked at all the odd
things lying on the table. He again looked at the clock. Numbers were lying
cluttered at the bottom. He shook it and heard a sigh.
It’s a dream.
And he went back to sleep
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Word count 97
Written for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt hosted by
Rochelle Wisoff
Ah.. sometimes it's not clear what is dream or what's reality..
ReplyDeletemore often than not that's the way life is. thanx for reading it
DeleteInteresting take on the prompt! Those types of clocks always confuse me, too.
ReplyDeleteYou're ahead of me on this one. I probably won't get around to writing my story until Friday.
thanks Emilie for liking it. i would be waiting for your story
DeleteLife is a dream.
ReplyDeletethanks Abhijit
DeleteVery thoughtful on the prompt :) I got an inception feeling Aroraji.
ReplyDeletethanks Shweta; incidentally i was never able to watch inception
DeleteI loved the blurred lines between dreams and reality
ReplyDeletethanks Siobhan, i think i succeeded in my effort
DeleteIs it a dream or not? I like the ambiguity here - that sigh. Well told.
ReplyDeleteMarg
thanks Marg for reading the post, i am also beginning to like this post
DeleteDear I.B.
ReplyDeleteDreams can be so real sometimes that even later, in waking hours, I wonder if something really happened or if I merely dreamt it. Well conveyed in your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
thanks Rochelle
DeleteLoved the way you connected this to a dream
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. this time all the comments are very encouraging
DeleteDreams are as strange as that, but sometimes life's even stranger. Nice write!
ReplyDeletethanks for reading and commenting
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