Shaking himself awake, he looked at the camera display, hands trembling with anticipation.
The image coalesced on the screen. Looking back at him, with adoring eyes of cobalt blue, was the face that had watched over his cradle.
His mother.
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The young woman appeared in his dreams again. He could remember that she was breathtakingly beautiful and that his heart ached for her, but her features eluded his conscious mind. So, he bought a psychic camera and taught himself the art of lucid dreaming. Sure enough, once asleep, she appeared and he was able to take a photograph of her.
Shaking himself awake, he looked at the camera display, hands trembling with anticipation. The image coalesced on the screen. Looking back at him, with adoring eyes of cobalt blue, was the face that had watched over his cradle. His mother.
3 Comments
Rod Drake
14/4/2024 05:36:30 pm
Well told, suspenseful in such a short piece and very "Twilight Zone-ish"
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Christa Loughrey
15/4/2024 04:26:09 pm
This is lovely, and warms the heart.
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Paul A. Freeman
18/4/2024 12:18:28 am
What a unique idea, and a great execution.
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