Sliver
When she woke up that morning, the last pictures of her last dream still vibrated in her mind:
She stood at a window and saw a comet flashing through the sky, leaving a silver trail behind it as it sliced through the deep black atmosphere. It was beautiful and bright and it felt so real.
And she kept dreaming of huge cities filled with streets filled with houses filled with colors and shadows. Sometimes she walked through them, sometimes she drove through them in a car. But no real memory of what happened there remained.
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Author's Note
you can listen to the story online in MBRT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWxdRRo88_A
enjoy the words + the comet ~
(the story behind the story is sketched here: http://virtual-notes.blogspot.com/2009/10/mel-bosworth-reads-things-sliver.html)
Interesting piece, Dorothee. Especially like the closing paragraph - nothing remains of what happened.
nice nice nice
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Lovely metaphorical piece, Dorothee. It's sad and at the same time, hopeful.
Sam, David, Katrina: Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
This story is based on real dream fragments. I still hope to dream about that city again, to find more about it.
I can totally relate. I have reoccuring dreams about swimming pools. Not real ones but a pastiche. These short pieces remind me of "in our time" by a guy, Ernest something. I forget.
resonated with me strongly. "Sometimes she walked through them, sometimes she drove through them in a car." I like it a lot
Love it.
Dreams are so mysterious and compelling! Love the sense of motion in this piece. Both the comet and the woman are passing through, creating a nice mood.