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“We’re all hallucinating now.”

Posted on August 22, 2020January 30, 2023

We were visiting a friend of Donna’s at their huge stone mansion. Gothic comes to mind. 

I took a walk around the neighborhood.

A little boy was running on the sidewalk with a toy M16 pretending to shoot anybody he saw.

I jumped up way over him into the trees and came down on the other side of him.

He exclaimed, “We’re all hallucinating now.”

I took his gun and put it on top of some garbage on the curb out of his reach.

Across the street, someone was selling homemade wooden rocking horses, hundreds on display.

I walked back to the mansion, up the steps, and noticed that while the stone structure would probably last forever the screen door was in disrepair.

The screen was torn and coming off and it needed a paint job.

I thought, “If this was our place, Donna would have had me fix this a long time ago.”

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