Despite her parents’ avowed philosophical positivism, their profound conviction that only the observable was real, Melanie had eventually come to accept that her own, entirely different convictions were no less absolute.
At times, she had to cajole the Voice to whisper through her dreams; at other times she found herself swept away in a veritable tsunami of messages that she was left to interpret… But though it would vanish from her mind every morning, Melanie *knew* it to be real.
| Image: ‘Sidewalk, a daily life perspective’ by Alejandro Marcos |
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
- The Sunday Muse #259;
- Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: ‘tsunami’;
- Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: ‘vanish’;
- Word of the Day Challenge: ‘positivism’;
- Your Daily Word Prompt: ‘cajole’;
- The Daily Spur: ‘real’;
- Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #311: ‘absolute’
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
I can understand that, sometimes cajoling, sometimes a tsunami!
–Shay
🤎🙏🏻 Shay 🙏🏻🤎 ~ thank you
Brilliant David. How do you do it?
Usually, I use WordCounter.com
Love Melanie ~~ and her convictions!!
💝🙏🏻 Helen 🙏🏻💝
I get those messages all day long David, is that unusual or something? 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
💕🙏🏻 Rob 🙏🏻💕 ~ not in the slightest