Change of Address (Trifecta 75, April 2013)

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It slipped lazily from Mary’s grasp, as ever.  Drowsy but awake now, she lay beneath her quilt, eyes tightly closed, mentally reaching after the dream.  But it was gone. 

She tried once more to conjure up the image of the house that had figured in this dream – it was always a different house, yet each time the house seemed as familiar to her as her own. 

And there was always the same revelation, a previously undiscovered part of this house that represented a door to another world.   Mary would be cautious, uneasy… and yet insatiably curious.  Part of her mind would urge her to stay within her safe, familiar confines, but another part would be electrified with a sense of joy that this place so dear to her had yet another dimension to reveal.  Brushing her fears aside, she would move through rooms illuminated by pale sunlight, aware that other entities spiralled amongst the motes of dust dancing in the slanted rays, and her spirits would lift with every step.

Each room opened onto another; no sooner would she claim one room as her own than another would be revealed, a place even more spacious and attractive than the last.   And always, just as she prepared to settle into her final chosen room, the dream would slip away, its silver skeins brushing softly against her reaching fingers.

Mary sighed.  Rain rattled against the window frames, and the wind howled through the sliver of space beneath the bedroom door.  Thankful that it was Sunday, she snuggled under the duvet, and set off once again in search of the dream, which even now seemed not so very far away.

On Monday morning, as the office buzzed with tales of weekend revels, her desk remained unoccupied.  By Tuesday evening, concern was expressed, and by Wednesday the police had been informed. 

It mattered little to Mary.  Her past was but a dream, and she was now busy acclimatising herself to her new surroundings. 

 This week’s Trifecta Challenge should incorporate the third definition below in a max 333 word story.

 

DOOR

1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
2: doorway
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity<opens new doors> <door to success.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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27 Responses to Change of Address (Trifecta 75, April 2013)

  1. jannatwrites says:

    Skipping work in search of the elusive dream…what a dream 🙂

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  2. joetwo says:

    Breaking the boundries between dream and reality, good piece.

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  3. Sandra, you really know how to take a character on a psychological journey. Wow. Is she dead or delusional?

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  4. Scriptor Obscura says:

    Very nice.

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  5. rangewriter says:

    This is really very good. Evocative and tight. And the illustration is perfect.

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  6. Sandra says:

    Lost in her own mind! Even if she’s in a happy place; I’d consider this horror! Terrific piece Sandra!

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  7. Suzanne says:

    Love this Sandra! Ah, to be able to step through into our dream worlds… gorgeously written!

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  8. Draug419 says:

    It sounds like she has the book House of Leaves inside her head xD This is really interesting. I can definitely relate to wanting to fall back asleep and re-capture a dream.

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  9. KymmInBarcelona says:

    I, too, would settle into a dream where “other entities spiralled amongst the motes of dust dancing in the slanted rays” So enchanting! For once, I love not knowing “what happened”!

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  10. I love this story. A mystery of a break up, hopefully a good change, but there is a hint of something sinister as well.

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  11. Very Twilight Zone-esque, which I love. She preferred to live in her dream room, which she finally found. Very well done!

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  12. Surreal, strange, and beautiful–a pursuit of a literal dream. Love it.

    Thanks for linking up! Don’t forget to come back to vote!

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  13. kdillmanjones says:

    The photo makes this story really come alive for me. I love the surreal feeling to the writing as well!

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  14. Sarah Ann says:

    Love those ‘… silver skeins brushing softly …’. Am wondering where Mary is now, and whether the police gave her a rude awakening.

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  15. atrm61 says:

    Oh boy!How intriguing!Imagine disappearing into one’s dreams-ooh,scary!Loved this great take on the prompt:-)

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  16. lyssamedana says:

    This is so intriguing and makes me want to know more – what sort of journey has she started? I loved it. LM x

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