A dream is a wish the heart makes


100 words x 365 days

The walls tightened, her breathing labored. It was the third night in a row that her body refused to dream. Tossing and turning, the bed torn in a lover’s rage, but tonight, she was alone again. Whispers and pleas, she begged God again tonight. Bring him back just one more time. I’ve forgotten what he looks like, please. I promise I will be good if I can feel him one more time. Her lashes tightened as the tears fell. He was gone, and she would never dream again. God doesn’t listen to the cries of the broken soul. The Devil does.

A.J. Luna

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