Monday, July 25, 2016

100 Words or Less, Fred Feldman

The Dream
By Frederick W Feldman

His arms were around her. She hugged him tightly.
Wind chimes clinked softly. She was happy.

“Wake up, sweetie! Wake up.”

Elsie awoke to her mother leaning over from the passenger’s seat, gently shaking her. Elsie felt the car seat’s straps holding her. The road steadily jostling her.

“You were having a bad dream.”

Elsie blinked groggily. She felt tears sticking to her cheeks.

“Poor baby.”

Elsie looked out the window.

Her mother turned back around, whacked her hand on the clutch, and started yelling at it.

Her father drove silently.

All the happiest things were in dreams, Elsie sulked.


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