50×365: Barb R.

October 2, 2008

When I was young, I had a dream about you.  You were sitting on a carpet, floating on a sea of hissing, spitting lava toward a sucking whirlpool.  I couldn’t quite reach your outstretched hand.

Your face, as you went under – that expression of undiluted horror haunted me for years.

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