‘Wake up, Rose.’
Rose doesn’t stir. She pretends she’s sleeping.
‘I had a nightmare, Rose.’
Jack’s shaking her. She opens her eyes.
‘Let me guess,’ she says. Jack isn’t listening.
‘We didn’t make it into a lifeboat. Noise. Freezing water. Then silence. Felt like a memory.’
‘Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt didn’t exist. Look it up online. We’re not their re-incarnations.’
‘How d’you know? There may have been a real Rose and Jack.’
‘Then how come you’ve only had that dream since we watched Titanic?’
Jack shrugs.
‘I needed a trigger.’
Rose wishes they were called Sarah and Kyle.
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I like your stories! Would you ever consider allowing 100-word submissions? If so I would like to contribute a submission if that’s quite alright with you. Keep up the good work!
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Thank you!
Now there’s an idea… I haven’t considered submissions before, but I like it… Don’t know yet how I would do it, but I’ll consider it. 🙂
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It seems ‘Titalic’ has a lot to answer for … Great last line, Sonya.
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Indeed… Thanks, Millie 🙂
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