I love the prompt, but it’s late and I’m tired so I shall probably come back and have another go at this tomorrow. Here’s a first attempt anyway, for the dverse prosery prompt.


It started at school, the taunts, the pokes in the back, the sly foot stuck out when I walked to my desk, the books tipped on the floor. All I ever wanted was to be like everyone else, to have a shiny new bike, the same way of speaking, a house with neat curtains and begonias in gaudy ranks in the garden. Instead I had a clatter of brothers and sisters, an old house with no curtains on the windows, apple trees and rabbit hutches in the garden.

I used to dream of being Prime Minister, or a super hero, or fighting poachers on a nature reserve in Kenya. I dreamt that people finally stopped laughing, prodding and poking and looked at me in awe. But the world is dark and unkind, and dreams never come true.

Then I dreamt I was the moon.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

44 thoughts on “Solace”

      1. Wow! Isnt it wonderful, Jane? 🙂 Here for the region the end would be: The child went to apprenticeship in a fabric, and started working for the sake of the Bavarian officials. Lol ;-(

  1. Oh, the dreams of a child: to fit in, to be like everyone else. I remember being like that, but I’d have been happy with apple trees and rabbit hutches. The world is indeed dark and unkind – now I want to know what happened when he or she dreamed of being the moon. I’m with Margaret and moon hope.

  2. I love how you describe the inner world of a bullied and hurt child, and the discovery of other, better, aspirational worlds. At least, that’s what I take away.

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