When Dreams Come True

Genre: Fiction/ Word Count: 100

When Dreams Come True

     Holding tightly to her mother’s hand, the little girl looked upon the figure in the casket.
     “Did Appappan* really die preaching?” she whispered.
     Her mother nodded. “He always said he would.”
     Behind them hundreds had gathered to pay their respects.
     Later, the girl sat in her granddad’s study, thumbing through his notes, tracing the leather cracks on his Bible.
     A favorite hymn bubbled up from within her. She started to sing, feeling as if a choir of angels were joining her.
     That night she announced, “I want to die singing, Mummy, like Appappan died preaching!”
     Many years later, she did.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

*”Appappan” is southern Indian for grandfather

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields' Friday Fictioneers
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Author: Dora

The unearned splendor of being means we can always meet on a common plane of gratitude, aiming in conversation, art, or writing towards “something understood.”

32 thoughts on “When Dreams Come True”

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      What an experience that must have been! I can’t imagine a more blessed time to enter into the presence of God. As for my reading — be careful or you might encourage me. 😀

      Aleichem shalom,
      Dora

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  1. Heart touching story, Dora. My favorite part: “A favorite hymn bubbled up from within her. She started to sing, feeling as if a choir of angels were joining her.” I’m sure that Appappan was part of the choir.

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