100 Word Wednesday : I was a dream running down her face

I love Gina’s creativity. What a beautiful post, words and photo.


100ww_w56Image by Matthew Henry

I was a dream that ran down her face, in rivulets. I was washed down by the rain into the drain. I became a dream in a stream. She slumped over her phone, texting. As she cried, I ran faster down her cheeks.

Someone touched her shoulder from behind; I heard a voice speak louder than the dripping raindrops. She turned around and I stopped. I stopped running down her cheeks, I was soaked back up into her heart.

“Sorry I am late. Am I allowed to kiss you here?” the voice speaks. She nods, I feel safe, for now.

Thank you Bikurgurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesday. I have missed writing stories. This is my first after a long time. Visit the link to read more tales.


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        I feel save for now….and than, if doupt is created again, if he is late again…the emotions starts again. Time to trust? But trust needs a basis!

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        lovely idea, but sad poetry. Who wants to be a dream like this? To be born to be a nightmare, to be the bad person in the show of life? And still sympathy with the victims and relief when someone comes to rescue? Or has my interpretation now completely past the point?


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        It really is. I’m glad I got to read it and I always enjoy reading different stories packed with heart and visuals. 🙂

        P.S I’m currently following your page.
        If you have free time on your end, stop by and check out some of my poetry. oh! and have a dictionary ready. Anyone who reads my work, I make them think or trip out. hahahaha!!! Trust me. 🙂

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