The prompt: The stranger before him looked exactly like the
girl he’d dreamt about
The sheep spread
out in the meadow, cropping the grass. Seated under a nearby tree, Jedediah drank
from his water gourd. He closed his eyes but didn’t sleep. He knew better. Wolves
lurked on the mountain. Instead, he passed the time daydreaming. He imagined
himself a knight, not a shepherd boy, rescuing a fair maiden—a blue-eyed girl with long blonde braids,
holding a golden wand.
“Hello?” a voice
asked. The stranger before him looked exactly like the girl he’d dreamt about,
but she held a lamb not a wand.
“Where did you
find it?” he asked.
“In a dream.”
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