The Crazy Dream …

He had a crazy dream.

He’d be in a formal suit, a beautiful girl in a fur coat and an unusual pink hat would be sitting across the table from him. Everyone would be dressed like they did in the twenties.


He’d lean in to kiss the girl, but before he did, he would wake and she’d be gone.

It was the same dream every night since a week. He was worried. He had final exams to worry about too. Then he saw the notice on the board at school.

“Prom Night 2014. Theme: The Twenties. Tickets are now available.”

This is a Drabble, which is a form of microfiction that is hundred words in length.

This post is shared with and inspired by the prompt at Magpie Tales, Mag 220. The prompt was an image of a painting by Edward Hopper. The image in this post has been taken from the Magpie Tales blog.

(20th May 2014)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

18 thoughts on “The Crazy Dream …”

  1. I wish he saw what was going to happen. I mean if the dream was a premonition, at least it should have shown him how it ends. Now he will have to wait until prom night to find out.

    • Sadly, dreams don’t work that way always Jb. Just makes you curious to find out how it ends. Maybe he might ask someone out now, who knows? 😉

  2. You know, this seems like a really nice opening to a warm romantic tale one could enjoy with a cup of hot cocoa. Or a witty number with a sarcastic tone. Expand, please?

  3. Neat, sweet little drabble! And yes, dream girls will disappear just before you kiss them; for some reason, dreams seem to think they need to be cliff hangers.

  4. Art and dreams are mostly prophetic , i think , which is what worries me a little about Game of Thrones , although we may already be there …

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