Last night I dreamt of love. Which, as always, was walking in the opposite direction. I had to stop and grab her hand, pull her back. I noted she was missing an "I".
"Going to some radical demonstration?" I asked.
She smiled. Lamented no one was donating money anymore. "It's the perils of capitalism," I quipped.
A wisp of a girl with long dark hair. I could see that half of her face was eaten by a scar.
Behind me, an eager meeting of black-suited fascists cowered in the conference room.
Behind HER, a marching throng of militant youth came forward, holding placards announcing the peace of ages. Preparing for war.
It was a moment.
About the Creator
Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.