“Who let the
dogs out?”
Ivan Pavlov*
#quote
Directions are
crazy. After all, if you go West enough of something you'll be East
of it. If you go North enough of something you'll be South of it. Or
will you? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Dreaming In
The Rain
In a dream I
found myself in a shambled house in the rain. The storm was heavy and
despite the fact that much of the rain came through I stayed with the
family since it was the only place to hide from the torrent in the
dream. We all hid the best we could in the two story home made of a
bedroom on the top floor and a kitchen on the bottom with the rest
washed away in the storm. The building bobbed up and down like a ship
and I huddle in a blanket for warmth just like everyone else. Everyone pulled their personal blankets around them like it was their
most treasured possession. Perhaps in this storm it was.
Light didn't
come from the Sun or Moon, but from lighting on the horizon. It took
time for me to construct vague pictures of everyone's faces. The
children, seven in all, four girls and three boys, ranged ages four
to twelve. They all looked scared but they became much more calm when
the father began telling stories. I don't remember the stories, but I
think most of them were old fairy tales. The mother told some stories
too.
Next came
time for me to tell some stories. The first one that came to me was
the Tortoise and the Hare. When I spoke the children seemed
absolutely entranced. Like it was the most exciting thing they'd ever
heard. Their fear of the rain vanished.
Then my mind
realized I was dreaming. That none of this existed. That these people
I met didn't exist. I also felt myself waking up. The entire dream
ending. I knew that this family, although a mere figment of my mind,
would now die and I would never see them again.
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