Washed Ink

I don’t sympathise with a restless adversary trying to justify his heinous act. But I can’t deny it is opening up another perspective, Maybe he tried to help…. 

And then that letter is placed in my hands – to prove that he tried his best. It is worded cryptically, and as I move towards the end, the words get washed away by a shower of unexpected rain.

I don’t wake up with a start, but realise somewhere inside that dream, that it is a dream. There’s no need to read ahead.

It is a strong signal from the subconscious to leave the past behind and move ahead. The story has been washed away by time.

What kind of rain was that? Tears? No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

I will carve out a bright future.


No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

–Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)


12 thoughts on “Washed Ink

  1. Reena, great title; love the way the person was able to decipher the dream images. I love to see water in dreams as it always carries “messages” and other assorted flotsam and jetsam — sometimes to, and sometimes away from. Excellent use of the prompt and love that ending line.

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