Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Sarah Potter for the photo.
Rose dreams of the tower where the wretched Judith lives. Those mournful eyes pleading for forgiveness. She often has this dream and wakes from it her stomach in knots.
Her dreaming self pulls against the urge to visit the tower, Judith deserves to suffer after what she did.
‘Why should I absolve her anguish? thinks Rose.
She sleeps fitfully til dawn, woken by a robin singing in the garden. Drawn from a place deep within Rose, a new tranquillity washes over her, melting the rage.Iit is obvious, Judith is forgiven. Rose frees them both.
November 25, 2020 at 12:56 am
Deep messages abide in your story. I like how the bird symbolizes the forgiveness.
November 20, 2020 at 10:56 am
Yes, a goodnight’s sleep sheds a new light on our problems.
November 22, 2020 at 12:15 pm
Thanks for your comment James. I think you’re right.
September 6, 2020 at 8:12 pm
Oh the way you describe the current conditions it seems like anything from the past had to be better.
November 22, 2020 at 12:18 pm
Thanks Bjorn, I guess holding a grudge is damaging.
September 6, 2020 at 6:06 pm
Great story. It’s too bad that it was all a dream. Hopefully, things will look up for him very soon.
November 22, 2020 at 12:23 pm
Thanks for your feedback.
September 6, 2020 at 5:27 pm
Love the Zen feel to your your question, need to think about that.
September 6, 2020 at 5:25 pm
Love the Zen feel to your comment – good question.
September 6, 2020 at 12:54 am
To go from the heights to the depths like that is a real bummer 🙁
September 6, 2020 at 4:53 pm
Thanks for your comment Jade, definitely coming down to earth with a bump.
September 5, 2020 at 11:59 pm
What a bummer to be jarred out of a great dream. Well penned.
September 6, 2020 at 4:57 pm
Thanks for your comment Rochelle, think ‘jarred’ is the right word.
November 22, 2020 at 1:23 pm
September 5, 2020 at 6:22 pm
Life’s sometimes harsh reality often grabs us out of a far better place. I hope his circumstances improve soon.
September 6, 2020 at 5:03 pm
I appreciate your comment Linda. Interesting point you make.
September 5, 2020 at 2:50 pm
Darn those alarm clocks waking us up to face reality! Hope his dreams materialize in the future 🙂
September 4, 2020 at 4:55 pm
Don’t you just hate it when an alarm clock intrudes on a good dream?
September 6, 2020 at 5:05 pm
Yes Dale, I agree ! being dragged out of sleep is such a shock !
September 6, 2020 at 5:59 pm
So not cool.
September 4, 2020 at 4:17 pm
Poor chap – let’s hope his dream is waiting for him tonight.
September 6, 2020 at 5:09 pm
Thanks Liz, I appreciate your comment.
September 4, 2020 at 2:33 pm
Sounds like me as a student, right down to the lofty dreams and mildew 🙂
September 6, 2020 at 5:15 pm
Thanks for your comment Ali, a glimpse into your student life !
September 4, 2020 at 9:07 am
Makes me want to go finish my dream, but unlike most stories, my dreams have neither beginning or end. Enjoyed reading this. Well done.
September 6, 2020 at 5:21 pm
Thank you Bill, glad you enjoyed the story. I find dreams intriguing, they belong to us, but we’re not in control of them.
September 3, 2020 at 9:23 pm
Hate missing the end of a good dream – especially when the mundane reality kicks in!
September 6, 2020 at 5:23 pm
Thanks Iain, said with feeling. The end of a good dream just melts away doesn’t it ?
September 3, 2020 at 4:09 pm
Is he a man dreaming he’s a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he’s a man?