The Flower
The flower reminded him
of something.
‘I must be dreaming. We
live in a concrete jungle.’
Something disturbed him.
‘What dress was she
wearing? No, it is not the dress; it was the flower……..yes…..she was wearing a
flower in her hair.’
He looked at the flower,
again, and pinched himself. It hurt.
‘It’s not a dream. But
where has she gone? She is not even familiar with the place……. she would get
lost…..surely.’
He felt that someone was
shaking him by his shoulder.
In the dim light he heard
someone saying, “Don’t be harsh on yourself, she will get through.”
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A post for FridayFictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 100
memories, good take on the prompt!
ReplyDeletethanks oldentimes for stopping by
DeleteI get the feeling of someone waking up in a hospital
ReplyDeletei thought of someone waiting in a hospital for some 'news'
DeleteI'm glad this has such a hopeful end. The dream sequence is powerful.
ReplyDeletethanks, nice you liked it
DeleteInteresting.
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DeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeletethanks rajesh
DeleteInteresting, quite engrossing!
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DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteSo this isn't the patient but a loved one sleeping in the waiting room. Well done.
shalom,
Rochelle
thanks for stopping by
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