As the days passed, the skepticism in the village deepened, casting a shadow over Rosalie's disturbing premonition.
The market square, usually a place of idle chatter and laughter, became a stage for debates and whispers about the young lady's latest vision.
"How can we trust the dreams of a child? She speaks of doom as though she knows fate itself." An elderly man asks, annoyance in his tone. "But remember the flood last spring? She warned us days before
it happened!" The woman behind one of the stalls answers, her brows furrowed in worry.
The division was palpable. Some villagers nodded in agreement with the lady, recalling past incidents where Rosalie's warnings had indeed come true. Others scoffed, dismissing her as nothing more than a troubled girl with an overactive imagination.
"I don't claim to know everything," she spoke softly, her voice steady despite the growing murmur around her. She was standing in the middle of the crowd. Her mother had spread the word of her premonition before the sun rose that same morning. Rosalie loved her mother, Marie, but she was a high society lady who lived for attention. Marie cared deeply for her daughter, but she cared for her status in the hierarchy more. Therefore she was quick to spread the word whenever Rosalie had one of her dreams, and the townsfolk talked about nothing else for days.
"But I feel something terrible approaching, and my only wish is to warn you! And protect my town!" She pleaded with them. The elder of the village, Monsieur Lefevre, stepped forward, his face etched with lines of wisdom and years of leadership. "We must not dismiss Rosalie's warnings lightly." He calmly spoke. "And what if she's wrong? We'll be the laughing stock of all Provence!" One of the townsfolk exclaimed. "And
what if she's right? Can we afford to take that risk?" Monsieur Lefevre continued.
This exchange only fueled further discussions among the villagers. As skepticism grew, so did Rosalie's sense of isolation; however, Pierre remained by her side—a beacon of support amidst the sea of judging faces.
Rosalie felt both comforted by Pierre's presence and burdened by the weight of her visions. The skepticism in her community was a heavy cloak on her shoulders, each doubt adding to its weight. Yet within her heart lay a flickering flame of hope—hope that her words would eventually lead them away from whatever danger that loomed on their horizon.
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Rosalie Solem
Ficción histórica"Rosalie Solem" is a romance novel set in the little village of Provence, France during the early 20th century. The story is about Rosalie Solem, a young woman whom bestows the ability to foresee the future in her dreams. This unique gift sets her a...
