I turned out sofa cushions and emptied overflowing coin jars, trying to find as many quarters as I could, cashing in any remaining change for rolls of 25¢ pieces.
Dropping my coins into the slots of a pay-per-view telescope trained on the horizon, I tried focusing on faraway images floating just out of sight. Fading from memory, these dreams evaporated like diamonds of dew in the hot, morning sunshine.
With my cache of riches, I could’ve bought new dreams. Pretending the old ones didn’t matter any more. That I didn’t regret their loss, mourning what could’ve been.
100 Word Song, is a writing challenge from Lance based on a weekly music prompt. The Challenge is to compose a story in exactly 100 words. This week’s challenge is inspired by Ben Harper’s, “Faded.”
Thin spiral notebook 
Perfect…
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The thought of just sitting at a telescope and dreaming sounds so peaceful
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pay per view pictures = perfect
I like the journey you took me on here. It starts out like some desperate attempt to satisfy a vice and ends with a sweet, poignant commentary on the character’s psyche.
well done
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I really like this. Faded memories, things best forgotten. You wrote this perfectly.
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I love that image, of pay per view dreams. And the picture is a great one to go with it.
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