100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers 

A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

The full moon’s silver rays squeezed through the window casting shadows across Morghan’s face as she gazed into the antique mirror.

She sought to recall the words from her dream.


Softly, she spoke, “Days of yore and harvest moon. Rising sun and heat of noon.”

Her reflection shimmered and rippled. Mist wisped around her slender body. The images around her transformed. Pale walls became green forest; sheer white curtains became clear water bubbling over smooth stones of grey and black.

A hand lightly touched her shoulder.

She turned.

Horses whinnied. Castle walls loomed over the man’s shoulders.

They embraced.



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