It’s time for the second part of yesterday’s Micro-Fiction Monday. Hold on to your seats…
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Part Two of Three
By: Rachel Carrera
Early the following morning, Claire whimpered in her sleep. “Nooo!” She bolted up and gasped loudly.
Van stepped out of the bathroom with shaving cream on his face. “What’s wrong?”
Tears were in Claire’s eyes. “Oh, it was horrible! I had a dream that Billy got hurt. He fell out of a tree and broke his left arm. Oh, I hope Howard Stevens’ tree fort isn’t very high. Van, you don’t think…”
He wiped the shaving cream off with a towel and walked toward the bed. “Honey, I think Billy’s just fine. The Stevenses would have called if there was a problem. Besides he’ll be home before nine so we can eat breakfast and get to the furniture store for the lamp sale.”
Her body still quaked as she stood and hugged him. “Alright. You’re right. It’s just that…”
“Darling, let’s not start this dream business again. You saw what happened with Susie last night. Now, please, let it go. Let’s have a good day together.”
She sighed and forced a smile. “I’m sorry. I’ll go start breakfast.”
A short time later, when the front door opened, Claire ran to greet Billy, and hugged him tightly.
Billy winced. “Mom, you’re smothering me!”
Tears poured down her cheeks. “Oh, let me look at you. I’m just so glad you’re alright.”
Van stepped into the foyer and tousled his son’s hair. “Of course he’s alright, Hon, aren’t ya, Champ?”
Billy furrowed his brow. “Why wouldn’t I be alright? Mom, you’re acting crazy.”
She smiled through her tears. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I had another dream, and, well… I’m just so happy to see you!” She hugged him again and kissed his cheeks.
Billy grimaced and wiped the side of his face. “Eww, Mom, come on!”
Van chuckled. “Son, go put your BB gun and your suitcase up in your room, and tell your sister breakfast is ready.”
As Billy ran upstairs, Claire said, “Be sure to wash your hands!”
As the family ate, Billy swirled his waffle in syrup and asked, “So, Mom, what was that dream about?”
Susie raised an eyebrow and looked at her mother.
Claire took a deep breath and blushed. “Oh, I guess it was just nothing. I dreamed that you fell out of a tree and broke your left arm. I was just certain that you fell out of Howard’s tree fort last night.”
Billy chuckled. “Mom, Howard’s tree fort isn’t even this tall.” He gestured to his chest. “It’s on the lowest branch of that old oak tree. His mom was too scared to let his dad build it any higher. There’s no way I could fall out of that!”
Van laughed, and Susie cracked a smile. She picked up a bowl of blueberries and handed them to Claire. “Mother, I’m sorry about the way I acted last evening. I was simply horrid, and you must have hated me.”
Claire blushed. “Of course I could never hate you, Darling.”
Van straightened his tie and smiled. “So is everyone ready to go help your mother pick out a new floor lamp?”
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That night, Claire woke twice following dreams of Billy breaking his arm. After the second time, she stayed awake and read in the living room because she was afraid to go back to sleep.
When Van woke up, he wandered to the living room and sat next to her. “Claire, you really need to get a handle on these dreams. Maybe Dr. Steadman can come over after church and prescribe you a sleeping pill.”
She waved her hand. “No, I don’t want to bother him. His daughter’s in town visiting, and besides, we’re going up to Hallinger’s Falls. We’ve already promised the kids.”
He put his arm around her shoulders. “Was it the same dream?”
She nodded and snuggled into his chest. “Yes. Billy falls out of a tree and breaks his left arm.”
He chuckled. “Hon, he already told you Howard’s tree fort isn’t four feet off the ground. Nothing’s going to happen to him. Now, why don’t you go pack us a picnic basket, and get breakfast ready, and I’ll go get the kids.” He stood and extended his hand.
She took his hand and stood. “Alright. Do you want scrambled or poached?”
He smiled. “Poached. And, Hon, please don’t mention this to the kids. There’s no reason to keep calling attention to these silly dreams.”
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. “Yes, dear.”
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After church, Claire tried not to yawn on the drive to Hallinger’s Falls. She simulated a happy façade as the family sang My Darling Clementine and I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad. When they arrived, she forced a smile as she unpacked the picnic basket.
After everyone ate their potato salad and fried chicken, the kids went exploring, and Claire and Van held hands as they walked along the river’s edge. “It’s really beautiful out here, isn’t it?” he asked.
She nodded and stifled a yawn. “It sure is. Honey, I’m really sorry about this week with all those dreams. I guess I was just being silly.”
He kissed the side of her head. “Oh, Darlin’, your silliness is one of the things I love about you. But I hate that you’re losing sleep and worrying yourself and the kids. If you could just allow yourself to relax, and…”
As they walked upon a few trees, Claire gasped loudly when she saw Billy balancing on a high limb with his back to them. “Billy!” she yelled. “Get down from there now!”
Billy jerked his head around, and as he did, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. “Oww! Oww, my arm!” He clutched his left arm as he curled up in a ball. His lip quivered as his parents ran to him.
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Two hours later, the emergency room doctor smiled as he approached the family. “Mr. and Mrs. Keene, Billy’s going to be just fine. It’s a clean break, and he’ll be in a cast for a few weeks, but otherwise, he’s just a little bruised. My nurse is cleaning the plaster off him, then he’ll be ready to go.”
Claire let out a loud sigh of relief. “Thank goodness!”
Susie’s eyes grew large. “Mother, it’s just like in your dream. Billy did fall out of a tree and break his left arm. The only difference was it wasn’t Howard’s tree.”
Claire bit her lip. “Actually, I didn’t know if it was Howard’s tree or not in my dream. I just assumed since he was playing in Howard’s tree fort…”
Van rolled his eyes. “Would you two cut it out! Now, listen, I don’t want any talk of these silly dreams once Billy gets back. Hon, I don’t mean to cast blame, but if you wouldn’t have startled him, he probably wouldn’t have fallen.”
Claire’s jaw dropped open. “Are you saying this was my fault?”
He held up his hands. “I’m not blaming anyone. It was an accident. I’m just saying that…”
Billy smiled as he ran down the corridor to his folks. “Mom, Dad, looks at this cool cast! I can’t wait to have all the guys sign it!”
Claire cut her eyes sideways at Van, then forced a smile and hugged her son. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Sweetie.” She planted a kiss on his cheek.
Billy grimaced and wiped his face. “Aww, Mom! Not in public!”
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Stay tuned… Tomorrow brings the conclusion to Visionary…
Let’s talk: Have you ever believed someone who claimed they experienced a vision? Do you have a favorite picnic spot in your area?