Prompt: “…the blue was sapphire…”
The man who was a dream stepped in from the cold, and his coat of colours flashed in the candle’s dying light. Every panel and thread glittered and gleamed, and each one was a story, each told its own tale: the blue was a sapphire, the pink was a gown, the green was a meadow, the gold was a crown. They loved him, these dreamers, and he loved them back. But only for a night; for when day broke he would flee, riding west on the winds, and the gathering dawn would tug at his coat-tails as he went.
3 thoughts on “100WC #168 – The Man Who Was A Dream”
Excellent tale Simon, I loved that notion of the man who was a dream disappearing into the west….well done.
Thanks Michael – I'm glad you liked it!
Vivid. Enticing. Mysterious. :-)