Every Friday authors from around the world gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, all inspired by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Rich Voza. Thanks, Rich.
The Dream of Cephas
“In my dream, Master, were three doors.”
“White, blue, the third red.”
“No fourth. There was a tree in the dream. ”
Not question, but statement, and correct!
“What species, the tree?”
“One unknown to me.”
“It is a tree of three trees. Its shade is cast under which door?”
“Shade?” I looked into my dream; saw that indeed the tree had cast its shadow.
“It is the red,” he said, before I could.
I looked up, amazed, but Master had entered into prayer. Dusk fell before he spoke.
“The dream, Cephas, foretells my death.”
I’m frustrated this week with the 100 words limit. I’ve a second version of this story which interprets the dream and explains why it foretells the death and rebirth of The Master. I’ll publish this in a separate blog, soon.
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