Short Story: The 50 Year Dream (Part 3 of 3)

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Ten years later...

Another decade had passed in nearly no time at all. Yvonne looked across to see the new man in patchwork, who was still sat on his chair, and on the other side of him, The Entertainer who was holding himself tightly. The Entertainer still wore his colourful green and orange jester suit, completed by his silly hat, but he was obviously not feeling in a jolly mood at that time.

He turned to Yvonne, and muttered, "It hurts when I'm still here and the time moves fast. I didn't know that..."

Yvonne now noticed that a few small wrinkles had now grown around The Entertainers eyes and cheeks. The usually jolly man was beginning to look frail in the girls eyes.

Short Story: The 50 Year Dream (Part 2 of 3)

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Ten years later...

Yvonne slowly focussed again. She had not aged in the second that a decade took to pass, but Martha was still sitting in her deep purple gown, her face looking older again, but just a composed as before. Firgo was nowhere to be seen.

Yvonne noticed that she herself must have sat in one of the seats a moment ago. Her legs had obviously made their own decision that the room was safe enough to rest in. She also noticed that her ears had just heard the door open behind her, and she turned to see who had decided to join them. Yvonne froze when she saw that the figure who had walked through the door was Eric.

Short Story: The 50 Year Dream (Part 1 of 3)

Yvonne opened her eyes to darkness. She was standing upright on more darkness. She was a shy girl who had a hidden, wonderful imagination. She had learned to listen more often than talk, and remained remarkably calm in strange situations. Yvonne already knew that she didn't know how she had arrived in this place. She looked around the darkness in case there was a clue. She couldn't see one, so she tried looking at herself instead. She knew that her name was Yvonne, she knew that she was a 9 year old girl, and she knew exactly where she was- she was nowhere. But as a feeling of peace settled in her, she realised that it was only nowhere to start with...