Becca pushes out of the consignment shop, not daring to breathe lest it tip the tears poised to fall. A year ago she had bliss. Now she’s selling what left she has of Richard.
That happy life, that wonderful man, it must have been a dream. She would never have been so careless as to lose him if it was real. She would have felt its fragility, would have known not to let him leave the house that day.
But why would anyone wake from a dream like that one, if dream it was?
Same result. Gone, either way.
Every week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a dream. This week’s flash is another vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe. Fun flashes from other writers are at the link. Join us!
99 Monkeys 
oh, so painful and poignant. Well done.
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Thank you!
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The period of bliss seems to last for a short time. Poigantly written.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/06/dream.html?m=1
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Thank you!
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This brings up a universal truth that we all experience — sooner or later we wake up from the dream.
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Ah, so poignant when real life going well feels like it must have been a dream. Powerful flash, Deborah.
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