Namrah soared high. Twenty years after the Peabody children wished him live, he decided to return. Would they want to travel on his golden wings again? He’d taken so many children across the globe on secret midnight rides. Sometimes circling the full moon, chasing shooting stars across the skies. He’d not been above American shores in all these years. Would Allen and Susan consider themselves too old to climb aboard his teal feathered back?
Closer to their city now, but why so dark? Hovering over their yard, he stared in disbelief. Piles of bricks, uprooted trees, scattered roof tiles, shattered glass. Fear seized his heart. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this rubbish? A solitary tear escaped one azure sequined eye. Has time destroyed the home, the town of his origins? Are Allen and Susan alive?
Prosery is a genre created by dVerse. Pub tenders choose one line of poetry and writers must use that exact line (only the punctuation may be changed; word order must be the same) in a piece of prose, 144 words or less in length, sans title.
lillian the home poet 
Briliant in it’s brevity, lillian!
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Thank you, Frank!
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*Lillian!
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Lillian, you can’t do that! I was wondering how you were going to keep it so uplifting, and then you smashed us right back down to earth. Poor Namrah – and what a cliffhanger!!!!!
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Perhaps a sequel in the future?
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This feels so sad… it feels like it was more than one dream crushed here. Sadly with growing up follows the death of so many dreams.
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Ah yes…..growing up changes our perspective indeed.
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Oh no! I hope they’re OK.
I agree with Sarah–yikes!
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I need to write a positive sequel? 🙂
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😀
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Your imagination is contagious, Lil. I picture you reading this to your grandchildren!
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Thank you, Mish!
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Namrah sounds like a magnificent creature. If anyone can save them from the rubble, he can.
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He is indeed. How I would love some days to climb upon his back and soar through the stars! 🙂
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🙂
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Incredible cliffhanger, wonderful and imaginative. I see Namrah as a golden dragon.
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I wonder if he changes appearance according to the eyes of the beholder????
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I enjoyed this, a delightful take on the prompt
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Thank you! Always glad to provide a bit of enjoyment 🙂
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Love the fantasy! The line inspired me to write some as well. This sentence was a favorite: “A solitary tear escaped one azure sequined eye.” 😍
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So glad you enjoyed, Tricia!
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A great drama Lillian. You leave us wanting more!
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Well, this is begging for chapters 2/3/4/5/ etc!
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Great story! It should be continued. I wish it live!
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