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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 07/02/2023
The Silent Witness
Born 1945, M, from Farmersburg, United StatesIt happened again. But this time it woke him up. The fifth night in a row, she invaded his dreams. With each appearance, she became clearer. The first night, she was just a shadow. A pleasant dream? Perhaps. A nightmare? Only if she never came back. Yet it was her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes clear like pools of water.
He a landscape artist. His friends tried to persuade him to sketch. To do people. He resisted.
“Why why would I want to do people?” He said. The truth being he couldn’t find a worthy subject.
He sold them on the street for just a few bucks above cost.
One elderly lady stopped him on the street. “Cats," she said, gazing at him. “Do you do cats?”
“No, I’m sorry. But I have a friend that does.”
On the sixth night, he went to sleep early. He lay there thinking of her. Who was she? She was driving him insane. He felt he knew her. He didn’t know how that could be.
In his dream she walked, no glided along the bank of a beautiful river, the trees full, the willows touching the water. She wound flowers into her hair. Her face radiant with an inner glow. The gown she wore flitted around her. He called to her.
“Beth?” How did he know her name? She turned, smiled at him, and vanished. The dream ended. He felt empty, alone. The studio he loved appeared alien to him. 3AM he left walking the streets. The world asleep. The more he walked, the lonelier he felt. He returned at 5 and finished the landscape he was working on. He had no heart for it.
Over the next few days, he sold five landscapes enough to pay the rent for another month. The dream seemed to be gone forever. He even tried sleeping during the day. No hope, no help.
To him, she was a princess. Unreachable, untouchable. His life so full before now became empty, meaningless.
An artist, he was living the dream he had since childhood.
He was in love with a ghost. Someone from his imagination. One afternoon he stared at a blank canvas. His hands seem to take on a life of their own. He sketched her mouth, and that was all. The lips full, curved up in a smile, a full set of healthy white teeth.
That night, she came to him again. She ran through a field of flowers, blues whites red golden peddles raining down in her wake. He stood at the edge of the meadow watching her. She laughed. the sound carried to him on the breeze. She came to him, her eyes sparkling. Without preamble, he took her in his arms. She felt warm, inviting. He kissed her. She lay her head on his shoulder.
“Oh, Beth, I’ve waited so long for you. I love you.” He murmured against her hair.
“I know I love you too.” She whispered.
He awoke. Breathlessly, he looked at the painting. The painting finished. Before him on the Easel was the perfect portrait of the woman of his dreams.
Engraved in the painting’s bottom was one word. “Beth”
The artist couldn’t believe his eyes. The painting before him was a perfect representation of the woman who had been haunting his dreams, Beth. The intricate details, the vibrant colors, and the lifelike expression on her face made it seem as if she could step right out of the canvas and into his arms.
But how could this be? Was it possible that his dreams had somehow merged with his artistic abilities, allowing him to create a masterpiece of the woman he loved? He couldn’t explain it, but he knew he had to find out.
With trembling hands, he reached out to touch the painting. The texture of the canvas felt real beneath his fingertips, and as he traced the contours of her face, a sense of warmth and familiarity washed over him. It was as if the painting held a piece of her soul.
Days turned into weeks, and the artist found himself unable to part with the painting. He would sit for hours, staring at Beth’s portrait, feeling a connection that defied logic and reason. He questioned his own sanity, wondering if he had truly fallen in love with a figment of his imagination.
Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he decided. He would search for the woman who had captured his heart, the woman whose name was engraved at the bottom of the painting. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that she might exist in the real world.
Days turned into weeks as the artist tirelessly searched for any trace of Beth. He reached out to friends, scoured social media, and even visited local galleries, hoping to find a clue that would lead him to her. But his efforts proved futile, and despair settled in.
Just when he was about to give up hope, fate intervened. While visiting a small café one evening, he noticed a familiar face across the room. It was Beth, sitting alone at a table, sipping a cup of tea. His heart leaped with joy, and he approached her cautiously, unsure of how to explain their extraordinary connection.
As he introduced himself, the artist watched as recognition flickered in Beth’s eyes. She had been having the same dreams, the same vivid encounters with a man she had never met. He and Beth felt their souls intertwine, drawn to each other through the realms of dreams and art..
Their love story unfolded like a tale of destiny. They spent countless hours sharing their dreams, their fears, and their deepest desires. The artist discovered that Beth, too, had been searching for him, hoping to find the man who had painted her into existence.
Together, they reveled in the extraordinary connection they shared, cherishing each moment as if it were a dream come true. The painting, once a silent witness to their love, now became a symbol of their union. It was a testament to the power of love and art, transcending the boundaries of reality and imagination.
And so, the artist and his muse embarked on a new chapter of their lives, forever grateful for the dreams that brought them together. Their love story inspired many works of art.
As for the painting, it remained a cherished possession—a reminder of the silent witness that had guided their paths and united their souls.
The Silent Witness(Darrell Case)
It happened again. But this time it woke him up. The fifth night in a row, she invaded his dreams. With each appearance, she became clearer. The first night, she was just a shadow. A pleasant dream? Perhaps. A nightmare? Only if she never came back. Yet it was her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes clear like pools of water.
He a landscape artist. His friends tried to persuade him to sketch. To do people. He resisted.
“Why why would I want to do people?” He said. The truth being he couldn’t find a worthy subject.
He sold them on the street for just a few bucks above cost.
One elderly lady stopped him on the street. “Cats," she said, gazing at him. “Do you do cats?”
“No, I’m sorry. But I have a friend that does.”
On the sixth night, he went to sleep early. He lay there thinking of her. Who was she? She was driving him insane. He felt he knew her. He didn’t know how that could be.
In his dream she walked, no glided along the bank of a beautiful river, the trees full, the willows touching the water. She wound flowers into her hair. Her face radiant with an inner glow. The gown she wore flitted around her. He called to her.
“Beth?” How did he know her name? She turned, smiled at him, and vanished. The dream ended. He felt empty, alone. The studio he loved appeared alien to him. 3AM he left walking the streets. The world asleep. The more he walked, the lonelier he felt. He returned at 5 and finished the landscape he was working on. He had no heart for it.
Over the next few days, he sold five landscapes enough to pay the rent for another month. The dream seemed to be gone forever. He even tried sleeping during the day. No hope, no help.
To him, she was a princess. Unreachable, untouchable. His life so full before now became empty, meaningless.
An artist, he was living the dream he had since childhood.
He was in love with a ghost. Someone from his imagination. One afternoon he stared at a blank canvas. His hands seem to take on a life of their own. He sketched her mouth, and that was all. The lips full, curved up in a smile, a full set of healthy white teeth.
That night, she came to him again. She ran through a field of flowers, blues whites red golden peddles raining down in her wake. He stood at the edge of the meadow watching her. She laughed. the sound carried to him on the breeze. She came to him, her eyes sparkling. Without preamble, he took her in his arms. She felt warm, inviting. He kissed her. She lay her head on his shoulder.
“Oh, Beth, I’ve waited so long for you. I love you.” He murmured against her hair.
“I know I love you too.” She whispered.
He awoke. Breathlessly, he looked at the painting. The painting finished. Before him on the Easel was the perfect portrait of the woman of his dreams.
Engraved in the painting’s bottom was one word. “Beth”
The artist couldn’t believe his eyes. The painting before him was a perfect representation of the woman who had been haunting his dreams, Beth. The intricate details, the vibrant colors, and the lifelike expression on her face made it seem as if she could step right out of the canvas and into his arms.
But how could this be? Was it possible that his dreams had somehow merged with his artistic abilities, allowing him to create a masterpiece of the woman he loved? He couldn’t explain it, but he knew he had to find out.
With trembling hands, he reached out to touch the painting. The texture of the canvas felt real beneath his fingertips, and as he traced the contours of her face, a sense of warmth and familiarity washed over him. It was as if the painting held a piece of her soul.
Days turned into weeks, and the artist found himself unable to part with the painting. He would sit for hours, staring at Beth’s portrait, feeling a connection that defied logic and reason. He questioned his own sanity, wondering if he had truly fallen in love with a figment of his imagination.
Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he decided. He would search for the woman who had captured his heart, the woman whose name was engraved at the bottom of the painting. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that she might exist in the real world.
Days turned into weeks as the artist tirelessly searched for any trace of Beth. He reached out to friends, scoured social media, and even visited local galleries, hoping to find a clue that would lead him to her. But his efforts proved futile, and despair settled in.
Just when he was about to give up hope, fate intervened. While visiting a small café one evening, he noticed a familiar face across the room. It was Beth, sitting alone at a table, sipping a cup of tea. His heart leaped with joy, and he approached her cautiously, unsure of how to explain their extraordinary connection.
As he introduced himself, the artist watched as recognition flickered in Beth’s eyes. She had been having the same dreams, the same vivid encounters with a man she had never met. He and Beth felt their souls intertwine, drawn to each other through the realms of dreams and art..
Their love story unfolded like a tale of destiny. They spent countless hours sharing their dreams, their fears, and their deepest desires. The artist discovered that Beth, too, had been searching for him, hoping to find the man who had painted her into existence.
Together, they reveled in the extraordinary connection they shared, cherishing each moment as if it were a dream come true. The painting, once a silent witness to their love, now became a symbol of their union. It was a testament to the power of love and art, transcending the boundaries of reality and imagination.
And so, the artist and his muse embarked on a new chapter of their lives, forever grateful for the dreams that brought them together. Their love story inspired many works of art.
As for the painting, it remained a cherished possession—a reminder of the silent witness that had guided their paths and united their souls.
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Shirley Smothers
02/13/2024What a beautiful story. I could see the paintings Bill created in my Minds eye. Vivid story. Enjoyed reading this. Inspiring and lovely. Congratulations on Short Story Star of the Day.
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Cheryl Ryan
02/13/2024This story represents the popular phrase "Dreams come true" and the lesson here is, that dreams do come true if we have enough courage to pursue them.
Thank you for sharing!
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Joel Kiula
02/13/2024Fate is so powerful, nothing beats it. I loved how they met and the circumstances that happened.
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Lillian Kazmierczak
07/09/2023That beautiful story gave me goosebumps! I love thatbhe painted her into existence! Love so strong is an all consuming connection. A love worth holding on to! Fantastic writing Darrell.
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BEN BROWN
07/03/2023Wow! An inspiring story. It's like a twin flame reunion. Like the artist, I see visions of a woman whom I've never met. Well done.
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Darrell Case
07/03/2023Thank you Ben. 44 years ago I asked my wife to marry me. For 42 years she was my partner and friend. It was a marriage made in heaven. She died 2 years ago this month. I miss her every day.
Thank you for reading my story.
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