50 Word Stories: The Dream

50 Word Stories: The Dream
The same as always, I wake and pray. Tensing, I draw back the curtains to a torrent of white that falls on the window like sprayed frosting; Christmas the cake to be devoured. I have no need to see the tree, presents, smiles and joy, my day is already made. 

9 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: The Dream

    1. Yes, I’m published all over, but Amazon for The Eternals and Hunter Hunted. They’re under Richard M. Ankers. I’d love to send you a signed copy but I haven’t even got one of my own 😳😬

      1. Oh. My. Gosh!
        This is news to me. I don’t know if I’ve been that ignorant, but I genuinely was unaware of you being published! Ohmygod!
        Send me one or better yet, I’ll buy my own copies and force you to have a book tour so I can find you and get it signed in person. πŸ™ˆβ€

      2. LOL You’re not ignorant at all. I wish I could send everyone one but like I say I haven’t even got one myself. I’m penniless but happy. I love to write and that’s enough. If ever our paths cross I’ll gladly sign it and throw in a free coffee πŸ˜„πŸ‘

      3. Oh my god, definitely. I hadn’t realized it before, but it is clear to me that you are one of my favorites. The fact that somebody whose writing I adore knows of my existence is exhilarating in itself.

      4. I’m very glad to hear that! One always starts small, which is how they reach the top, anyway. Cheers! x

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