Dream: A White Truck

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Nearly home, close enough to see ahead where ⠀⠀⠀our driveway led away from the country road ⠀⠀⠀into the steep trees up where our dream home ⠀⠀⠀hid from view, a huge white truck came head-on ⠀⠀⠀full speed in our lane, too late for us to veer off. ⠀⠀⠀We stopped with the huge hood of the monster ⠀⠀⠀nearly on us looming like the Titanic’s iceberg, ⠀⠀⠀immediately shifting in reverse, all so smoothly ⠀⠀⠀that we escaped a single scratch even though ⠀⠀⠀our white whale never hit his brakes but only ⠀⠀⠀accelerated all the faster until we turned aside ⠀⠀⠀to wait for traffic behind the truck to proceed. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Up where our dream home hides in steep trees, ⠀⠀⠀I’m supposed to be the one who’ll be sacrificed ⠀⠀⠀since I’ll return to say what it will be like for us. ⠀⠀⠀All their performers from before my own time ⠀⠀⠀have signed on to play the event for donations ⠀⠀⠀—Mick and Bob and Carlos and Paul with Art. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀We suspect I’m being followed. I’m taken on up ⠀⠀⠀where the rest of the team’s already in full gear ⠀⠀⠀waiting for me to make the first move back out.

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