Friday, August 11, 2017
Jessica, Dead
I entered the shop, telling the lady
I needed another dog. “The one you
Sold me is dead.” She turned to the
Manager saying, “he wants a refund.”
“No, no, I don’t. I’m willing to pay
Full price. I just want another. “Okay,”
The manager said, but we don’t
Have another. The closest we have
Is an Airedale; which you can have. A
Male.” “A male?” I moaned. “I don’t
Know. It isn’t what I need.” The man
Shook his head. “She may be one of
A kind.” “So I’ll just wait,” I said,
Backing out of the shop. She rushed
Up then, licking my face, demanding
Attention. “I’m right here!” She yelled,
Punching my arm with her paws. “I’m
A little fat perhaps, but I’m not dead!
You need to take control of this silly
Dream.” A strong wind blew us up
Against a wall. “You can’t just let
Me die,” she plaintively said, licking
My hand. “I don’t want to,” I replied,
Kissing her head, but this dream is
Beyond my control.” “Not here,”
She said leaping up. “Not now. I’m
Missing from your dream so you must
Find me – not some stupid Airedale!
A male at that.” I want to find you,
But I thought you were dead. They
Told me you were. It isn’t that I want
Another. I don’t, you know?” “You
Think I’ll slip away because she did
Two years ago, but I won’t.” “But how
Do I really know,” I wailed and sighed?
“Because I tell you so. Get hold
Of this dream and hold onto me.”
I groaned, rolling over against her
On the floor. She was on my right.
I sat up in the dark, finding Ben on
The other side. I needed to turn on
A flash to find black Duffy in the dark.
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