Brool brool (n.) : a low roar; a deep murmur or humming

Unfinished Dreams #3

 |  micro writing

She came to me, then, just after I had slain the monster and was picking gristle out of my hair. She was very beautiful and I was worried that I didn’t look good since I couldn’t get the blood out of my shirt.

“So, I’ve slain the monster. Can I please be happy now?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Why does it have to be so hard? Why did I have to kill this monster, anyways? Couldn’t I have been happy before?”

She took out a flute and started bending it, which made dream-logic at the time. “The goal too easily won is lightly cast away,” she replied.

I rolled my eyes, and replied, “I promise that if I win the lottery I will not throw the winning ticket away.”

She looked at me intently. “Put it this way: before, you wouldn’t have appreciated what you had. Now, when you finally achieve some measure of happiness, you will treasure it.”

She started playing her instrument that was now a trumpet, and I tried to wash my hands and get the blood from under my fingernails, and then I woke up.


Comments are moderated whenever I remember that I have a blog.

There are no comments on this article.

Add a comment