Writing Prompt 08/09/2017

Next weeks prompt:

You and a friend have decided to try and follow a rainbow to see if the end holds a pot of gold. But when you finally reach the end, you find something much more valuable than a pot of gold—and it changes your life. Write this scene


And the story from last week's prompt:

Dream catchers become full and it is your job to empty them so they will work once more.


Yonda never understood what she had done to deserve dreamcatcher duty. Sure, her last attempt was had blown up spectacularly. But she was an innovator. Mishaps were bound to happen. If her idea had worked, it would have revolutionized the dream industry. Admittedly, she had instead backed them up for the next week. It had all been an accident.
"Hey," said her partner Willsif, "quit daydreaming. We got dreamcatchers to clean."
"I know, I know."
"I would believe you more if you were cleaning and not bellyaching to yourself how you didn't deserve doing something so menial as this," Willsif said. There was a definite air of scorn in his tone.
"Look, no disrespect meant, but this isn't where my talents are best used."
"Oh, I see, you are better used blowing up the dream reactors?"
"That was an accident!" Yonda protested.
"Just like the time you released the dream menageries?"
"Yes," she muttered. It was true, this wasn't her first time being sentenced to dreamcatcher duty. This was actually the sixth time.
"Look," said Willsif, shaking his head, "maybe if you took this seriously, you might find the answer you needed."
"Take what seriously?"
"Dreamcatcher duty, knucklehead!"
"What's to take seriously? We're just collecting nightmares that get caught in the dreamcatchers," Yonda said. She looked with distaste at the black sludge that coated the particular dreamcatcher they were cleaning.
"Do you even know what you are cleaning?"
"Nightmares that the dreamcatchers catch."
Willsif shook his head. "Partially, these are nightmares. Go deeper. What are nightmares?"
"Bad dreams?"
"Yes, they are, but that isn't the only thing. Take a handful of nightmare," he waited as she grabbed a handful of black sludge, "Now take this," he handed her a cloud-like piece of dreamstuff, "Which ways more?"
"The nightmare."
"A person's dreamcatcher is still tied to them. So, any nightmare not removed..."
Yonda's eyes narrowed as she tried to follow Willsif's train of thought. "Still weigh upon the person?"
"Exactly! So, we aren't just cleaning these for no reason. We are removing weight from people's minds. It allows people to dream, to see a better tomorrow. Which in turn gives us a reason to exist. Do you know what would happen if we didn't have a reason to exist?"
"No."
"Me either, but I'm not eager to find out."
"Is that it? We do it because otherwise we might find out something bad?"
"No," Willsif said, huffing, "Look down. Look at her."
Yonda looked down at the girl that slept in the bed. She could see that the little girl was troubled in the crease of her brow and the tension of her small body. It broke her heart.

"That's why we do it," Willsif said softly, "Because she deserves to think there will be a better tomorrow."

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