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That dream again. Like I am running away from something bright. Something spectacular.

But why? Shouldn’t I be running toward it? Isn’t that what I wanted all this time?

Maybe, I need to change my dream. Or how I am interpreting it. I am running toward that something spectacular, not away from it.

She repeated again, I am running toward something spectacular.

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the eighty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.