They lived at the edge of the forest. Little Daisy was all of six, and she lived with her parents and sister. She used to accompany them everyday to collect wood. This was their daily routine and they used to sell it at the weekly market and make meager money out of it.
It was the same dream again. Every night, before going to sleep, she used to pray that the dream wouldn’t recur.But alas!It did!!! It was she singing a melody and her kid watching her with pride.
Deep into the music, the pianist stabs her from behind, and takes her girl with him. She lays there motionless.
One day as she was collecting wood, she chanced upon an abandoned bungalow. Oblivious to none, she ventured into the bungalow. Weeds, bushes,creepers grew around, but she moved further. Her intuition took her there, on the wall, hung a painting of her former family. Screaming, she ran outside..
Was the dream repercussions of a life lived before?
Written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in about 100-150 words(+/- 25 words), based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks to the challenge host, Priceless Joy and the photo by The Storyteller’s Abode. For more information visit https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/