Flash fiction with the words "I had the strangest dream"
|“I had the strangest dream,” she exclaimed.
I looked up from my desk. Her wide-eyed wonder made me smile as I took off my glasses.
“Come here and tell me all about it.”
Namratha ran to me like a nine-year-old would and jumped up on my lap.
“I was a queen, papa!”
Her joy was infectious.
“You are, even now,” I added.
Scowling, she pursed her lips. I brushed them aside.
“Okay, tell me what you dreamed.”
That’s all she needed to get going. Her face became serious as she concentrated on the story she had to tell.
“I was the Rani of Kittur. I was so beautiful. I had a son. The British army…” The words came out in a rush.
I held up my hand at the barrage.
“Is this from your history class?” I enquired, as she paused in mid-narration.
“No! I have never heard of her!”
A crestfallen look.
“You don’t believe me, papa,” she mumbled.
My heart melted.
“Of course, I believe you. I just thought, maybe, it was a dream of what you learnt in school. But I was wrong.”
She looked intently at me and was convinced I was being truthful.
Her voice changed.
“I was born in 1778. I was buried in Baihongal, not far from Belgaum in north Karnataka. There is an amulet around my neck. It has to be given to my family.”
I stared in fascination at my little girl.
“What happened to your voice?”
Namratha came out of her trance.
“I don’t know papa, it was my dream.”
I picked up my cellphone and dialed a number. I spoke a few words and hung up.
Five hours later, I got the call.
“Yes, Mr. Patel. The amulet was in the grave.”