I dreamed of her again, but this time she wasn’t screaming.
I wondered if the dreams would return once I saw the sold sign on the old Williams house yesterday. I touched the wrought iron fence to see if I could feel anything besides cold metal. Nothing.
But I did hear hellos from some workmen cleaning things up before the new owners move in. I said hello, talked about the weather. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do. And kept walking.
I know she’ll be back. I just need to find a way to keep her from screaming.
Song Choice: Creep by Radiohead
Gateway, photo by J Hardy Carroll
This poem was inspired by the picture prompt given over at Friday Fictioneers. To see what the other Fictioneers based on this picture, just follow the link.