Between long shadows and golden hues of late afternoon sun The silent movement of gossamer wings flutter in gentle breezes A sweet sound of birdsong echoing through trees
Sparkling diamonds of early morning dew caught on a spider’s web A flapping of duck’s wings the only sound Full moon rising to complete a starry sky Hooting of a distant owl Melodic sounds of a river tumbling over rocks
Cool water washing sand from between toes The rhythmic movement of a boat upon water Lulling you into sleep An invitation to fill the senses Simple wonders bring peace and soothe a troubled soul
She sat quietly in the small space she’d discovered on the top floor of her uncle’s house. A box room, probably meant for storage, but there was a chair, some old boxes of books and small window overlooking the lake.
She was reflecting on recent events that had brought her here. The hectic comings and goings of visitors had given her an excuse to disappear for a while.
Grateful for the solace of the tiny room, she let her mind wander wherever it chose to go. A sudden knock on the door made her jump.
“Ella. Are you in there?”, said her cousin Joel.
She wondered how long before someone came looking.
“What are you doing?” He demanded. “We need to talk”
She replied reluctantly, “Joel, if you are a dreamer, come on in. If not, then you can just let me be. OK?”
Lillian is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with the line "If you are a dreamer, come on in".
The line is from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published
in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction no more that 144 words long,
excluding the title, and MUST use the prompt line as stated.
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