Chapter 3 The Dream

Chapter 3
The Dream


The next morning Richard decided to head out. He thanked Aladino for being so kind and giving him delicious food. Richard started to walk away when Aladino stopped him.
“Richard! You’re not gonna walk the whole way are you?”
“It’s not an option; my wagon got destroyed.” Along with all my stuff.”
“Take my wagon; I don’t use it.” Richard looked at him.
“Are you sure?” Richard asked.
“I’m sure.” Aladino showed Richard where the wagon was and he gave him some food, blankets, and pillows.
After eighteen hours of traveling Richard parked his wagon on the side of the dirt road. He ate one of the tacos that Aladino gave him for a late dinner; then he went to bed. That night Richard had a dream; but it wasn’t an ordinary dream. It was a flash back of when he was a kid. It was twelve years earlier when Richard was twelve years old in the year of 1892. He was playing with all of his friends. They were playing football in the road. Richard got the ball and started to run. One of his friends tackled him and Richard smacked his head. There was a car coming and it didn’t see Richard. He tried to get out of the way before he got hit. The car was getting closer and closer. Just as it was about to run over Richard, a random ten year old girl that he didn’t even know jumped in front of the car and got hit. Richard got up forgetting that he even hit his head. The girl was lying on the ground barely able to open her eyes.



“You saved my life,” Richard said.
“There was nothing else to do,” she said. Richard helped her to her feet.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Rachel.”