‘And how often do you have the dream?’ she asks.
Every part of me feels heavy, as if I’m bloated flesh washed up on the shore, seaweed laced in my hair. I begin to drift away again, the chemical smell in the room, the lights that slice my eyes like blunt razors fading to points.
‘Sophie.’ Again that sharp voice, like a hook trying to pluck thoughts from my head, dragging me back. ‘Sophie. When do you have the dream?’
My lips open, words slip out, slimy on my tongue. ‘What dream?’
This is what the voice doesn’t understand. I don’t dream. Never. I’ve no use for fantasy, only for my other life.
I can hear the impatience in the voice as she says, ‘Perhaps we should talk another day.’
It’s then I smell it. The metal tang, the scent of the deep ocean, of sand and shale, starfish and baleen, the waft of coral after a storm. I open my eyes. Sunlight has been swallowed. Instead the world is green, walls rippling, my hair suspended about me, pulled by the current, questing through soft waves.
A hand touches my cheek. He’s come for me.
Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. See the gorgeous painting and write a story to go along. See here to join in and to read the other tales.
Ooh, magnificent and spine-tingling at the same time! Perfect match of words and image.
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Thank you Chris. It is the spine tingling time of year 🙂
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This one is so visceral in its language, very textural. 🙂
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Thanks so much Pola 🙂 That’s a great bit of feedback
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chilling!!! geeeez!
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Haha! Thanks, I’m delighted you found it chilling. Absolutely the point. And it is a good time of year for these things … Thank you for reading 🙂
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It must say something about me that I didn’t find this chilling. Exciting and mysterious, but not frightening in the least. It sounds as if she’s in for quite an adventure! Lovely use of language, by the way—a writer after my own heart 🙂
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Funny, that was my approach while writing. I like that it chilled some readers, but my intention was for mystery and excitement at the return of her beloved. And thank you for the lovely feedback – it means a great deal 🙂
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We share the same sort of writing style, not surprising really we share the same sort of vision too 🙂
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🙂
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I didn’t find it chilling either, although there’s a fine line between creative adventure and madness, no? I was more moved by the clinging, clawing claustrophobia of the real world, and then the relief at her beloved Sea King’s return. Fabulous connection to the picture.
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I suspect those of us who didn’t find it chilling (me included) rather like a bit of spec fic and quite fancy being whisked off to an undersea kingdom by a hunky sea monarch. What’s so wrong in that, I’d like to know? 🙂 Thank you Joy x
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Especially when the real world feels so wrong to her!
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Absolutely. I’d be taking his scaly hand too 🙂
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I love the release from the claustrophobic intrusive “real” world to the undersea realm of her beloved.
I absolutely love your writing, and thoroughly enjoy reading your posts. A highlight of my day.
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Thank you so much. What a lovely comment and I’m so glad you liked it. I’m sure the poor woman in the story will be happier now – whether he has truly come for her or it’s just her imagination. Thanks again 🙂
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Wonderful, mysterious story.
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Thank you so much. Thaks for reading too 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Fascinating read. What world is real or real to her? For her I think it’s the world of her dreams in the sea with him, but is it a dream? Or is the dream the voice asking her if she’s dreaming?
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All good questions to ponder. It’s certainly very real to her. Thanks for reading Amanda 🙂
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