Where Dreams Live On

This story was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  It’s set the summer before Leonas meets Henryk and Johannes at camp.

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Leonas followed his brother and younger sister down the beach, following the waterline.  The waves lapped at their toes.  The sand underfoot was still wet and shiny.  “The tide’s going out,” he told them.  Pointing up the beach, away from the waves, he said, “At high tide all of this is covered.”

Kotryna pointed at something in the distance.  “What’s that, Brother?” she asked.

For a moment, Leonas frowned.  “It’s… maybe the branch from a dead tree or a dead tree that’s half-buried in the sand,” he said, shrugging.  He chuckled softly as Tadas ran up to the dry and dead branches.

“We could break it up and have a bonfire,” he said.  Then, he grinned at Leonas.  “Would Papa let us?”

Shaking his head, Leonas said, “We won’t know unless we ask.”  He touched the wood himself.  The branches that suck up from the ground felt dry enough to burn well.  He couldn’t speak for the wood under the ground.

Shrugging, he ushered them back towards where their parents and Gabija were setting out the picnic blanket.  “Run and ask,” he said.  He laughed as his younger siblings ran away, calling for their parents excitedly.  He wished that they could stay there forever, but he also knew that wasn’t possible.

“It’s a pretty dream, though,” he said.  Then, he hurried after Tadas and Kotryna.

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