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She danced in a world of dreams seeking adventures in places unknown. Sometimes, she just needed to escape the realities of life. One night feeling heart-broken she wandered in a foggy mist. The eerie silence leading her into the thicker forest of a dream. Up ahead she saw a figure resting on a tree stump.
He held a guitar in his hand softly strumming the blues. Her heart heavy, she too was feeling a loss. In times of crisis to hurt is to steal hope and love. She stood at the crosswalk of change.
She knelt beside him tenderly taking his hand she whispered in his ear “the songs of life will once again play”. They promised to find each other in the morning light. Their lives connected by the stars their wondrous story began. Even, if it was in a dream!
dVerse Prosery Monday
hosted by Lisa
writing up to a 144 word piece of prose
incorporating this line"To hurt is to steal"
from Mysterious Ways by U2
Truedessa, oh I love every bit of this story. I believe things like this happen and to see it happen to you here is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. A smooth transition of the prompt line into the story!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful dream.
ReplyDeleteSuch a dreamy work! I'm left feeling light, and hopeful.
ReplyDeleteI think we all need to escape the realities of life sometimes, Truedessa, to approach the crosswalk of change – and to dream.
ReplyDeleteNice! It does have the vibes of that song.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful
ReplyDeleteI love 'the whisper' .. 'the dream.'
ReplyDeleteOh... what a vivid dream, the best medicine I think
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