“I need a place to dream,” Polly said looking out at the high rises around her.
“Well, the bed is right there,” Mother said irritating her further. She returned to her book, drowning in it, escaping her boxed reality.
PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields
The beauty of the place took her stale breath away, infusing her with fresh life. The “shorter route” had led them to paradise.
“Mom! This… I don’t know what to…”
“I know dear. Go dream” Mother said leading her forward through the string of starry fairy lights. For that night, they let the nothingness beyond the tent weave theirs dreams.
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Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictoneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.
Thank you, Rochelle and Jan for this stunning pic. It really is a place of dreams and starry nights.