Sunday, 31 May 2009

Carry On Tuesday

There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams . . .

She thought she was asleep and kept telling herself she was asleep even though she could hear a fox barking in the distance. She must sleep well for tomorrow would come all too soon and there would be so much to do on what would be such an unforgettable day. Her mind raced as she tossed and turned in the tangled bed coverings.

Gradually she became aware of his hand on hers squeezing her fingers in the old familiar way. Love expresses itself in so many ways – a wink, a gesture, a gentle nudge. She sighed and relaxed and the fox’s shrill cry faded as she slipped further into the delicious heavy-limbed approach to deep sleep. That loved and loving hand caressed hers, stroking soothingly, leading her into sweet dreams and promises of joys to come.

With the full bright of the day came awakening. She stretched and smiled as she turned to her husband. She could still feel the warmth of his body next to hers but he was not there. Today, this momentous day, was the occasion of his funeral.

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  1. Wow, a real surprise. Well written and held my attention and surprised the hell out of me.
    The story truly captured the theme.

  2. I'm certain this must happen to so many recently bereaved people.A poignant piece . Thanks so much for joining in this week.

  3. How sad but so well written and your photo was lovely. Thanks for dropping by my blog. Have a great week.

  4. this was very well crafted,, you carried me thru it and then bam!! an ending i was not expecting.. loved it

  5. Cleverly written, and fits nicely with the prompt.

  6. Wow very well written My heart got a thump in the end


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