I fell through a hole in a dream. It took me months to get back. When
I did, I discovered that my son had disappeared and that a stranger was
living in my house. I could hear him breathing in the humid blackness.
Creeping out to the bamboo veranda, I reached into my hiding place and
pulled out my hidden bottle of rum. After a bit, I unzipped myself and
peed into the river running swiftly below. It was so dark.
2 comments:
loved it: holes to slip into, disappearing characters, humidity, stragers hiding in your home, bamboo verandas and the always creative river of rum running swiftly below the zippered moon.
and is the stranger you who fell into the bottle?
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