Sometimes he wondered at how heavy they had become. At first, when there were just one or two of them, they had each seemed as insubstantial as mist, and he had hardly felt their cool hands on his arms or neck, had scarcely heard their whispers, that moved through the air like wind through sedge grass. Now they clung to him like ivy to an old wall, and all he could hear was their insistent murmurings – “The princess, the princess” they whispered, pushing him on.
“We are her dreams” they told him, “Her memories. We are the stories she tells herself. How can she be herself without us?” And they cling to him, begging to be carried, to be taken on the long journey to the lost princess.
In the beginning, he had trusted them, but with the passing days he grew to hate them, and to fear them. There were more each night, holding out pale arms to him, and he couldn’t refuse them. He wondered if the princess would welcome him, and his strange company – if ever they should find her – or if she would turn from them, preferring her forgetfulness.
But still he journeyed, as if this forest had no end, and his destiny was to walk these twisting paths for all eternity, seeking a princess who had forgotten her own story.
This story is for Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge. The image is by John Bauer. Check out her site – her entries are really great stuff.
Very nice, enjoyed it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome. Thank you, enriches my own writing.
LikeLike
This is a wonderful interpretation of the illustration! I like how inspired this is – the idea of ghost memories/dreams …. and the quest. You’ve written a wonderful piece of flash fiction here – it’s full and rich and very satisfying. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is a satisfying piece. The ending suggests enough possibilities to let the imagination do the rest.
LikeLike
Wonderful interpretation of the image. (K)
LikeLike
you delivered a super feast with your write, I thoroughly enjoyed it,
LikeLike
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Jane does great prompts.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Doesn’t she just. She sneakilly ups the stakes when were not looking and pushes buttons that make us try… clever lady.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Microfiction challenge A Journey: the entries – Jane Dougherty Writes
I loved this, Sarah. It was like a dream story.
LikeLike
Thank you. I wanted it to have that kind of atmosphere.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You succeeded!
LikeLike