For the umpteenth time that day he found the child huddled in the corner. Withdrawn and forlorn, the child, ragged and bedraggled stared at the wallpaper between sobs and sniffles. He knew the issue at hand.
The child was thinking of home and going to another episode of her nightmare.
He had tried talking, tried getting her help, tried passing her on to others more qualified. Whatever he tried she eventually returned to the corner.
He felt hopeless as he surveyed the scene knowing that home for him was his version of the same nightmare.
Written for: https://moralmondays.wordpress.com/2016/04/17/moral-mondays-dont-take-on-more-than-you-can-bear/
Morpethroad 
Such a sad image but wise story not to take on too much than the spirit can bear.
Hello Oliana, yes sometimes you have to know when your limit is reached no matter how well intentioned you might be…
Heart-wrenching story. I really feel for that child whose nightmares don’t get better. Sadder still, that his Father has his own nightmares. Well written.
Thank you so much Mandi, as always I appreciate your thoughts.
Wow! So much story in just a few words. Wonderful, Michael.
Thank you Cathy, your comment is very much appreciated…
You’re welcome, Michael. 🙂
“Sometimes, there are only nightmares; sometimes there are only tears.,” she said. “I don’t know how to explain how this hits me other than it hurts.” And, “I hope it didn’t hurt you too much to write.”
No I am ok, our nightmares happen and so often we have no control over them other than to not sleep and that thankfully wont happen to often to me….
“Yes, it was to write a tale with a moral/a moral tale,” she conceded. “Not all nightmares, not all corners, not all tales are real; some certainly feel/hurt like they do/are when written with such insight and depth.”
Thank you this was more a school welfare scenario with the added complication of the teachers personal dilemma…
Oh, this is very resonant for me. My parents were forster parents and some of the kids brought to them were from such terrible backgrounds they were very hard to help.
Very sad , honest and touching
Thank you Lynn, yes that is a sad reality for some kids….
Wow. Such a powerful story in so few words. It’s so hard, watching someone suffer from a nightmare, knowing nothing we can do will wake them up. Sometimes dreams become the new reality, and most people would rather sleep forever. Great writing, Michael!
Thanks Nortina, looking forward to today’s prompt, being Monday in my part of the world.