Was her brother a dream? (99 word story)

Was her brother a dream?

The boy in the garden was resurfacing. They’d played make-believe siblings before those words; “You know, don’t you?” She’d read his hurt at her confusion as anger, so had retreated. Spikey adults argued above them. Fragments of that conversation, and one other ambush cut deep enough to scar.

His echo became an imaginary friend, then guardian angel, then shadow. She forgot the name she hadn’t liked in her princess days, then misplaced his memory for decades. But he never left her.

It was weird loving someone you weren’t sure existed.

Then Darren’s letter arrived.

Unquiet Dream

Emerald Borderland

Where once the fey

Kept their gateways

Between realms,

Now, the frontier of man

Patrolled, man marking ways

As in more troubled days

Clutching old guns,

Yet, one day the Fey return.

Mirror (#writephoto)

Mirror;

berobbed weapon

scrying, warning, being

wars of crimson in reflective

flat-blade,

The Jade Quill

Life

between

sheets of dreams

knowing none know

where my tides convene

at breaker’s edge, the brow

transformed in the under-toe;

Dream Wash Multiplex

Dreams, like water-coloured paintings, wash away when days are raining on one Mary Poppins pavement on another London street, children play sticks along the railing in grey sleet, mascara eye streak. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch first two lines prompted by Reowr again   art piece by the same name: