Writing for Fun
February 2016
Vanishing - Diane Silverston
VanishingIt was always the same, that strange slightly confusing dream. It had started when she was about 5 and continued into her early 20's.
It was always the same. Starting with a beautiful scene, a lane winding through a forest, as the sunlight dappled through the full green-leafed trees, with blue sky seen through their tops, and wild flowers blooming around their bases. Everything tranquil and calm.
Suddenly a shadowy figure would appear along the lane, walking away, just ahead of her. She felt that if she hurried she would be able to catch them up, see who it was and converse with them.
Then it happened, always the same. The figure just disappeared, gone in a flash. The tarmac of the lane broken and filled with muddy puddles. The sky appeared darker and the trees became bare, stark and as if burnt. Everything was perplexing and frightening. Always the same. She couldn't explain it, especially when she was younger.
Was it a prediction?
It did seem that she always lost a friend or a family member soon after the dream came.
Would it ever come back?
Would it still be the same?