Golden gates open to reveal a light-filled lobby.
“If you would like to send a final message, please step forward,” a soothing voice intones. A state-of-the-art computer materializes. “Select memory” scrawls across its monitor in neon pink script.
My life flashes before my eyes in a technicolor montage.
I tap the screen, zooming in until I have it. The perfect moment.
I click “send dream” and far away, wearing my favorite shirt, Lydia yawns and drifts asleep to the barest scent of sea salt and caramel apples.
“I’ll love you always. Sweet dreams, love,” I whisper and exit the lobby.
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Originally submitted to the 100-word NYC Midnight Microfiction Challenge 2020, Round 1
Placed 1st in Group
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