Pre-Wedding Jitters – The Dream
September 16, 2010
The soft purples of early twilight smeared into grey beyond the heavily-barred window as, in a low-rent apartment on the San Paro Waterfront, a blonde woman set aside a slim, colourful hardback book and lent forward to kiss her daughter, tucking the covers in around the little girl’s chin.
“And they all lived happily ever after, until the end of time.” The woman’s voice was soft and low, the British accent sounding rich and plummy in a sharp contrast to the west coast American drawl her daughter had picked up at school.
“Mommy? When is Dad coming home?”
“Soon, sweetheart. Very soon now. He’s been out on the streets making sure we’re safe.” She bent to kiss the child again, as a hand touched her shoulder and she staightened up to smile radiantly at the man who had just entered the room.
“I’ll always be home in time to kiss my little girl goodnight.” Chris Walsaw smiled tenderly at both of them as he reached past his wife to brush his daughter’s ginger hair. “Both my girls.” He turned, swiftly, leaning in to his wife for a kiss.
In a low-rent apartment on the San Paro Waterfront, Chris Walsaw jolted awake and stared blankly at the slowly-spreading damp stain on the ceiling, a knot in his throat and an inexplicable feeling of loss in his chest as the dream faded.