The Train of Lost Destinations and Newfound Hope

Part Four
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 52.16 – All the King’s Horses
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a lyric or song title from Depeche Mode/Ghosts Again
Easy Bonus: Include three “secondary” colors or variations of their hues

Written by Christine Wichman c. June 28, 2025

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1995 London, England

Celeste was tossing and turning, thrashing in her bed as All the Kings Horses seemed to be chasing her in a dream. Grey and black equine shadows turned purple, green then orange as they galloped along a familiar Scottish beach, and he was there, the handsome one. The one who tells her things she needs to know and protects her from the shadows. His eyes piercing through her soul as she reached out to take his hand. Jolted awake before they could make contact, she heard another familiar voice. This one distant but real.

“Celeste wake up, you are having another nightmare!” Roland was pushing her shoulder gently.
Slowly she opened her eyes and saw the concern on his rugged face.
“You ok?”
She did not want to be here, she wanted to go back and stay in that place between wake and sleeping. That place with the handsome one. But she owed Roland an answer.
“Ghosts again,” she whispered, turning away and pressing her face into the pillow willing herself back to sleep. But his interruption continued. “You need to get up Love, you have a meeting with your publisher at half nine.”

“Publisher?” Why did that sound foreign to her?
“I’ll make you a tea, you need to wake up and get a move on.” Roland hoisted his well fit naked body from the bed and looked back at Celeste with a cheeky smile.

She closed her eyes and the dream was lost, replaced with a pressing need to get up and live this life with Roland, in this quiet London flat that smelled of Earl Grey tea and books.

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