Finally Some Fiction Here! Someone Else’s Dream, With Photo by Emilio Pasquale

Each month, I team up with Emilio Pasquale – he gives me a photo and I write a story inspired by it.  What follows is the photo he chose- FOR MAY! (yes, I am that far behind), and then my story.  His photography is impressive, so if you haven’t checked out his site, you really should 🙂


Photo by Emilio Pasquale
Photo by Emilio Pasquale (story by me!)

Someone Else’s Dream

She leaned her bare elbows on the iron railing. The still-warm metal transferred a day’s worth of heat to her skin. The sun had set about an hour ago; she’d watched it sink below the horizon.

“She comes out here every night.”

Ingrid heard the whispers behind her, annoying like gnats swarming in dusk air.

“It’s like she thinks he’s coming back.”

She closed her eyes and bowed her head. They didn’t know what they spoke of, but she let them think what they wanted. Her momma had always told her that gossip was like a raging wildfire. Truth only fanned the flames until all that remained were embers glowing among the ashes of destroyed lives.

“It’s sad, really. At her age, to be tossed aside like that; I heard he found someone else.”

Ingrid turned to face the women behind her. “Sadness… joy… life brings some of both, doesn’t it?” Ingrid smiled as their eyes widened. The yellow glow of the lamplights did nothing to conceal their reddened cheeks. At least they had the decency to be embarrassed, even though it wasn’t because of what they said, but rather, that she’d confronted them. She gained some satisfaction in their discomfort as she watched them scurry like roaches seeking a dark corner.

Alone again, Ingrid returned her attention to the canal below. Specifically, the boat tethered to the railing. That boat wasn’t much to look at on the surface, but it held the answers to many of her life’s questions. She felt that if she spent enough time in the presence of the boat bearing her name, mysteries of life would be revealed to her.

As a young woman, she’d dreamed of a simple life spent on the countryside. She’d imagined growing her own produce, maybe even a small vineyard where she could practice the art of making wine. When she first met Gary, she thought he’d shared her dreams. She later realized he had his own dreams of owning a boat and living on the water.

Fifteen years ago, he bought a canal boat and named her Ingrid’s Sunset.

“You bought a boat? Without talking to me about it first?”

He’d held her hands in his. “But honey, she’s perfect, just like you.”

She shook her head. “The wood needs refinished, the leather seat is weather-beaten, and it’s taking on water. It’s a wonder the thing floats.”

Gary grinned. “Give me time and you’ll see the beauty too.”

His excitement had softened her toward the dilapidated vessel. For a few years, he did work on the boat in his spare time. The leather seat had been replaced and the leaks plugged where the floor boards remained dry. His attention drifted, though, to bigger, more elaborate boats. He wanted to travel the ocean and knew the canal boat would never get him there.

Ingrid stared down at Ingrid’s Sunset, the irony, bitter in her throat. Like the boat named after her, she could only carry him so far before he realized he needed more. Like the boat, she had been nurtured and cared for in the beginning. Without thought, she’d let go of her countryside dreams and adopted his dream as her own. She’d believed him when he told her she’d always be his co-captain.

She closed her eyes to the grit carried on the warm breeze. She despised this place. It served as a constant reminder that she was trapped in the nightmare of living in someone else’s dream. For nearly two years, she’d spent her evenings with Ingrid’s Sunset looking for answers, searching for direction. Abandoned, she lingered in the purgatory of realization… unable to let go of his dream, yet unable to pursue her own.

“It’s getting dark.”

Ingrid didn’t turn toward the voice behind her. “It’s been dark for some time.”

“I have to go home soon so I can make sure mother gets her nighttime meds.”

“Sarah, you can go. I can see myself in just fine.”

“You know I can’t do that,” she whispered.

Annoyance filled the wrinkles scrunched between Ingrid’s frowned eyebrows. She knew the rules and had no regard for them. However, Sarah was no longer bound by them. For six months after Ingrid’s breakdown, Sarah had been the caseworker assigned to monitor her re-acclimation, or whatever it was they called it. Basically, Sarah hovered to make sure Ingrid didn’t go off the deep end again. After six months, the state department of mental health services deemed Ingrid able to live on her own in society with medication. But Sarah continued to check on her every day.

“Why do you still come here?” Ingrid asked; gaze fixed on the tethered canal boat bobbing in the water below.

“The water calls to you.”

Ingrid glanced over her shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“You come out here every night, as if you are waiting for him to return. Even though you know he isn’t coming back, I fear you’ll answer the water’s call.”

Ingrid studied the deep creases that spanned the length Sarah’s forehead. Under the street lamps, the pale skin stretched across her cheekbones looked thinner, almost crinkly- like wadded tissue paper. She suspected painful stories settled in each of the furrows. “You think I’m going to drown myself?”

Sarah shrugged. “Maybe not intentionally, but once the water wraps itself around you, I’m certain it will suffocate you. I’ve been left before and I know the lure of needing to know why.”

Turning back to the canal, Ingrid looked into the murky water. Instead of her reflection, she could only make out mottled patches of reflected light. “I used to dream of the countryside.”

“You should go there.”

Several minutes were swallowed in silence before Ingrid broke her grip on the railing and took one step back. “You keep saying that. I’m thinking maybe you’re right; maybe it’s time to move on.” She turned to Sarah and noticed her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You want to come in for a snack before you go?”

Sarah shook her head and glanced at the watch strapped to her wrist. “I have some things I need to do yet tonight.”

She didn’t ask the time, but suspected it was later than she thought, as the canal walk had grown deserted. “Goodnight then.” Ingrid smiled. “Thank you for everything.” She felt Sarah watching her as she strode away from the canal. Once she passed through the archway to the gardens, she stepped aside and ducked behind a flowering Texas Ranger shrub. Peeking through the space between clustered branches, Ingrid watched as Sarah kneeled down at the railing. Even before the first rope slithered from between the rails and dropped into the canal, she knew what was happening. Ingrid could have stopped her, but didn’t. When the third and final rope disappeared, a lengthy exhale escaped.

Sarah stood and brushed her knees off before reaching into her pocket. Ingrid squinted but still couldn’t make out what she held in her hands. She gasped when she saw the first flames flicker. Again, she could have intervened, but watched in silence as Sarah tossed the flaming object over the railing.

“Goodbye, Gary.” The words slipped from between parched lips, like a breeze whistling between bare branches.

Ingrid stared, transfixed, as the first tendrils of smoke drifted skyward. In the periphery of her consciousness, she sensed that Sarah had disappeared into the darkness outside the lamp-lit walkway. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips as the wisps grew into billows of black smoke. She knew this would be her last visit to the canal; the hold on her now broken.

Just as leaves bud in the spring, Ingrid felt the first stirring of life in her once-dormant soul.


When I started this story back in May, I stopped writing just before where Sarah was introduced.  I finally realized my hesitation with the story – the ending I had in my mind was too obvious.  That’s where Sarah came in.  Instead of Ingrid coming to the conclusion of letting go and moving on herself, Sarah helped her along.  A part of me thinks that Gary might actually have been stored in that canal boat, possibly under the seat (hmm… perhaps I’ve thought about this waaaaay too much!) but I left that open… Ingrid’s goodbye to Gary could have figurative or literal, depending on how you- the reader- choose to see it.

Thanks so much for reading!

Emilio – you want to try another photo for September?  Hey, I could have a story by Christmas, haha!  Seriously though – I’ve missed writing for your photos 🙂


31 thoughts on “Finally Some Fiction Here! Someone Else’s Dream, With Photo by Emilio Pasquale

  1. Debbie August 24, 2015 / 8:26 AM

    Congratulations, Janna, on a powerful return! This is a fascinating story, and the addition of Sarah makes it coalesce beautifully. Emilio gave you a great photo, and you’ve certainly done it justice. Don’t worry about playing catch-up; there will be plenty of time for that!

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:34 PM

      Thanks so much for reading and sharing your comments, Debbie! This really was a good photo, and I’m glad I finally finished the story for it 🙂

  2. Anita Kushwaha August 24, 2015 / 9:03 AM

    Powerful writing, Janna! Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  3. Anita Kushwaha August 24, 2015 / 9:05 AM

    PS. I love the idea of this collaboration, of creativity spawning creativity.

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:35 PM

      Thanks, Anita… Emilio came up with the suggestion, probably about a year ago and we try to do this every month… until I fell behind on this one. Hope to start back up in September 🙂

  4. rachml August 24, 2015 / 2:02 PM

    I love this! I was wondering if Gary might have been in the boat also 🙂

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:35 PM

      Thanks for reading, Rachml – I think it could go either way about Gary 🙂

  5. philosophermouseofthehedge August 24, 2015 / 3:55 PM

    I figured he was in the bilge or below decks somewhere. (Will that stupid boat never sink? Those ropes there to hold him safe or to tie her to him?) Thank you, Sarah. Nothing like cleansing fire
    Lovely swimming along with this one

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:37 PM

      Had to laugh at the boat not sinking comment, Phil. Sometimes we hold onto things longer than we should, so it can be nice to have a Sarah to help us along in the moving and growing process.

  6. nrhatch August 24, 2015 / 5:55 PM

    As Tom Petty sang, “Time to move on. Time to get going. What lies ahead I have no way of knowing . . . ”

    Nice one, Janna.

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:38 PM

      Thanks for reading, Nancy! We don’t know what lies ahead… that’s what makes it interesting and sometimes frightening 🙂

  7. Tessa August 24, 2015 / 9:05 PM

    Great to see you back and that was a great story. Liked the ending or the beginning for Ingrid!

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:38 PM

      Thanks, Tessa. We have to let go before we can move on.

  8. Sean August 25, 2015 / 7:06 AM

    I am glad that you were able to find an ending that you were happy with. It definitely adds the unexpected. I enjoyed this story. There was a lot involved with it.

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:39 PM

      I like to be unexpected… or at least write a story with an unexpected twist… in real life, I’m quite a creature of habit 🙂 Thanks for reading, Sean!

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:39 PM

      Thanks, Allen! I appreciate you taking time to read it 🙂

  9. Kathy Combs (@Kathy29156) August 26, 2015 / 8:49 AM

    Love the twist and the commentary you added discussing the possibilities. You are such a talented fiction writer! I love reading your stories.

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:40 PM

      That is such a nice comment, Kathy – thank you for taking time to read my stories and to encourage me. I want to write fiction more often… I’ve missed it.

  10. mbarkersimpson August 26, 2015 / 12:50 PM

    Great work, Janna. I’ve missed your stories 😀

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:41 PM

      Thanks for reading, Mel! I hope to get back to more fiction. I think the mind is clearing up but time is still an issue (when isn’t it, right?)

  11. Emilio Pasquale August 26, 2015 / 10:54 PM

    Well, you already know what I think of you as a writer but then why did you not let me know you had completed this story? I just happened to be sitting here thinking I hadn’t heard from you lately and thought I’d drop by and I find This? You little sneak! Were you ever going to tell me or see how long it took me to find it? But you know, I can’t stay mad at you after everything you’ve been through. If you actually did send me notice, I never received it. I can’t help reading so much of you into this story. It’s really a good one at this time for you and I tend to think that Ingrid’s good bye to Gary is figurative! I really enjoyed this and hope you are moving ahead. Let me check my photos and send you something in the next day or two. And thank you for all the nice things you say about my work. 🙂

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:43 PM

      Ooops! Yes, I’m a loser 🙂 There are a select few that could probably see how this is really close to me in some ways, with respect to lost dreams, brokenness, and the stagnation that comes from not being able to hang on or let go. I look forward to seeing what you toss my way for September!

  12. pattisj August 28, 2015 / 9:47 PM

    That’s a heck of a return, Janna! Nice work.

  13. joannesisco August 30, 2015 / 5:45 PM

    So nice to have you back with another powerful story out of the gate! I’ve missed your stories. I had to go back and read it a couple of times because I was certain that Gary had broken Sarah’s heart too. Not sure where I dreamed that up from the first reading.

    • jannatwrites August 30, 2015 / 9:45 PM

      Thanks, Joanne! Now that would have been a twisty triangle, the way you first read it 🙂 (Didn’t even think of that!) Am hoping to write more fiction because I’ve really missed it.

  14. Heena Rathore P. September 14, 2015 / 12:29 AM

    Powerful story. I love your writing style!
    Looking forward to read more from you 🙂

    • jannatwrites September 15, 2015 / 10:42 PM

      Thanks so much for reading, Heena! I haven’t been able to write as regularly as I’d like for some time now, but do hope to see that changing soon. I appreciate you stopping by 🙂

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