This Dream


50 Word Stories: This Dream

I sit in the coffee shop staring at images of the Venetian lagoon all crumbling facades and stucco plastering. A spotlight glimmers like a golden sun, yet it is dark outside, a miserable morning. And I realise as I sup my ochre ichor, I’m lost in this dream called life.

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