She was leaving it behind. She had to. It was too hard to hold on anymore. The dream was over and life had to go on.
Why oh why had she thought it could be different? Why, when all her history had told her that nothing would change; not really.
She had dreamed. Oh God, had she dreamed. This was her chance, and now it was fading as the horizon became smaller and smaller; just like her dream. It was time to let go. It was time to let it rest in the past where it belonged. It wouldn’t do her any good to hold on. No, let it go, she thought.
A moment ago she had longing in her heart. A moment ago she cried. A moment ago her dream had ended. Did this mean that life would end?
No, she thought. No. A dream can be created again. Yes, a dream had a life of its own. Did it matter if it came to life? Did it matter if it didn’t live? Did it matter; did it matter? No, it didn’t matter, not at this moment; now. Life was leading her somewhere unknown. In this, she realised, she could dream again.
A new friend, Shalvika P, has introduced me to Ermilia’s blog. Ermilia (Ermisenda and Elizabeth) invite others to join them by writing a paragraph of fiction to accompany an image that is chosen fortnightly.
Thank you Shalvika; I think that your writing style is wonderful… 😉
Carolyn Page – ABC of Spirit Talk