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The Old Man in My Dreams
by Melissa R. Mendelson
We passed by this old decayed house on Mansion Ridge one afternoon, and ever since, I started to have this strange dream. In my dream, I would be sitting on a blue chair, and the room was thrown into shadow. There seemed to be a window on the far side, but I couldn’t see it. Still, sunshine fell upon a pot full of yellow flowers on a coffee table, and the flowers were singing. Their songs made me sad, and I would always start crying too. As I cried, this old man slowly stepped out of the wall. His skin was reminiscent of dead leaves; his fingers were like thorns. He rubbed my back as I cried, but not out of kindness. At his touch, my skin began to yellow, and my legs folded together turning green. I found myself singing such a sad song; the song that I would now sing for all eternity.
Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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