Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 294

This week's picture prompt is a painting by artist Tomasz Alen Kopera. This particular painting doesn't appear on his site though, but instead on another gallery that hosts his work, Artèclat. I've seen pieces of his art before, but don't think I've used one yet. 

I've cheated a little with this week's image. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago for a weekly contest called Mid-Week Blues Busters, and I also put this story in my collection, called Mostly Dark, published back in 2016 and is now a permanent free book. (if you look on Amazon, if it isn't free, then let me know). But it works so perfectly for this image and upon reading it again, I thought I'd share it here. 

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Soul Search

Lucille stopped in front of the subtly litsignage, knowing it was the place she had seen in her dream. The pull withinher was strong; the excitement in her core peaking.

She entered the club and no one at the doorbatted an eyelid. When shown the card at the cloakrooms she knew she was in theright place; the image on the other side burned in her mind. Her response wasmet with a quick nod and smile.

When she walked inside, the music made herfeel like she had walked into a time warp; its singular note filling the room.The people stood around as though waiting for something, and for a moment shewondered if it was her. Then the beat started and the dancing resumed.

When she approached the bar, she was handeda drink. She sipped it and delighted in its accuracy. Speech was rendereduseless here, allowing the music to permeate.

Her mind was flooded with images andthoughts. The eye contact she made drew her in, engaging her in dialogue, tappinga previously untouched depth within her. She had finally arrived. She was amongkindred souls.

Lucille looked round for him, he had to behere; he’d been the main player in the dream, going by the name of Rohan. Andthen, as if on cue, the people in front of her parted and there he was, on theother side of the dance-floor, standing with a group of people.

He looked round as though someone hadcalled his name – and she realised that she just had. The smile that spreadacross his face when he saw her made her soul yearn. He wasted no time crossingthe room to reach her and embraced her like a long lost lover.

When their lips touched, her mind reeled ina white light that filled her entire being. When they broke apart she held hisface and looked deep into his eyes. Moments from their past lives flowed likean exchange of ideas as they caught up to the present. They had found eachother again.