Are you ready to start the week? Below you will find two prompts, one a picture and one a quote. Have a look and see what story they inspire you to tell and then go for it – in 500 words or less! You can use one or both and you don’t need to refer to them directly in your writing, just follow that spark of inspiration whether it is fact, fiction or poetry
A dream has power to poison sleep. She couldn’t explain it. On the surface, it seemed so insignificant. It was just a dream – not even a nightmare, and yet it deeply troubled her.
“Lord,” Janine prayed quietly, as she went about her work, “why does this dream vex my spirit? Were You trying to reveal something in the dream? If so,” she continued, “I don’t understand. Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, and help me to discern the meaning of this dream.”
She gained no understanding of the dream, and it left her restless and unable to sleep for several days. Every time she drifted off to sleep, she would awaken with a tight feeling in her chest, gasping for breath, while her heart pounded loud and rapidly.
Finally, after nearly a week, Janine was able to sleep through the night again, until a month later, when she was again awakened by the same dream. The horizontal pine clapboard paneling was rustic and beautiful, its lovely expanse slightly darkened by the shadow of a couple exchanging an intimate kiss. She wasn’t sure where the scene was set; its simple picturesque beauty was unfamiliar.
“I don’t think it’s the place that troubles me,” Janine spoke softly to herself, pondering over the dream yet again. “Lord, it’s the shadow that fills me with a sense of foreboding,” she prayed. Yet still, she couldn’t figure out why the shadow of the unknown couple kissing should fill her with such dread. “That’s it!” she thought. “I feel as though I know the shadow couple, yet, I can’t figure out who they are. Father, give me understanding.”
She had the dream several times over the next six months, and though on the surface, the dream seemed unobtrusive, she couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that overcame her from the dream. Still, though she frequently lost a lot of sleep because of the dream, Janine had plenty of things to keep her from dwelling on it.
For instance, the dinner party that she and her sisters had been planning to celebrate their parent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary was tonight. Many friends and family were coming from all over, to join in the celebration.
As she and her husband walked into the Flagship Restaurant, chosen by her sister, Christina, with its natural pine clapboard paneling, a sense of déjà vu washed over Janine, leaving her unable to shake the feeling of apprehension that wrapped itself around her heart. Now unable to enjoy the party, her eyes filled with tears, when everyone toasted her parents, and as her mother stood, leaning over the table to kiss her father, Janine saw her parent’s shadow on the wall. In that instant, revelation dawned on Janine, as her mother collapsed from a massive heart attack. It was in the dreadful aftermath of her mother’s death, that Janine understood the terrible anxiety she had endured from the dreams, which had turned out to be prophetic. Yet now, oddly, she drew comfort from them.
Cheryl A. Showers