Keeper of the Basket of Dreams
A micro-fiction submission.
She stands in bold silence as they place a crown of roses on her head. Holding tightly onto the Basket of Dreams, she bids her family a wordless goodbye. Her bare feet carry her over first compacted dirt, then soft grass, the emerald blades tickling her toes. A train of murky fabric flows behind her for miles, reminiscent of a trickling stream at dead of night.
Her grip on the basket remains steadfast. Her steps are slow, deliberate. Hesitant.
A myriad of stars begin to flow from the basket and converge with the sky as she sheds her final tears.
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Natasha Penn
Latinx, genderfluid, parent ✨ Author, blogger, & freelance writer. Working on my book series: Saturn Rising, Book One: Aquarius. Will post my poetry, short stories, and fiction series here.
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Very beautiful imagery in this piece, I love the concept of a basket of dreams.