I dreamt I was miniature, traveling through a labyrinthine trailer park diseased with taupe colored muck, and flip-flopping mudskippers; pectoral fins glimmered in waves, despite the sunless, flat grey ceiling of a sky. My skin screamed at the loathsome goby touch, and my mouse heart beat savagely against its cage. Panic drove my legs, and then I was airborne, peddling.
I just knew I’d make it home.
Touching down in a blue sky town dressed in purple hued Victorian architecture, my height increased with every footstep; I kept growing until I reached 5 feet, 6 ¾ inches. I walked past a liquor store that also sold Native American art, and was reminded of you. The booze bottles displayed in the front window sparkled in the sunlight like your eyes did, once upon a time in another plane of reality.
Fade out…
Fade in…
I attend an outdoor Thanksgiving dinner. The grass is long, soft, and deep green—so lovely beneath my bare feet. A long table is sat atop a small hill; a plump, silver haired woman wearing a powder blue house dress is arranging place settings. I see your name card. Your plate has been set upside down, and your napkin, folded, placed at the left. There are no utensils, or chalice set for you.
Dead mothers don’t dine.
© Kindra M. Austin
(image: Rooster Magazine)
Ouch, *hugs*🤗
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Thank you ❤ ❤
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God how did I miss this one? Everything about this!! It’s on 🔥
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You’re the sweetest. Thank you!💜
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Oh Kindra… what can I say? Your ability to transform your grief into gobsmacking wordery is astonishing. I salute you.
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That means so much to me! Thank you, dear heart. ❤
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I am in continual amazement how beautifully you express your feelings this way. Much Love, Lady. ❤
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Your kindness is very much appreciated, Dear Sir. Thank you! ❤
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Sad and Beautiful at the same time. ❤💕⚘🌹
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Wow. This piece left me breathless. Fantastic write.
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Thank you so much for reading, and taking the time comment. Since my mother died, I’m plagued with awful dreams…
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💗💗 😢
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I’m tough, though. 😊
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Heartbreaking!
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Yeah…it gives me comfort though that my friends understand me. ❤
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I’m glad
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