Thinking Outside the Quadrilateral Parallelogram
Cora. . . Cora. . . Coraaaaa! As usual I woke sitting bolt upright heart pounding breathing like a mad bull and covered in cold sweat the echo of Mom’s voice ringing in my ears. Pulling my knees up to my chest I placed my firsts on them and pressed my eye sockets against the thumbs. I could never remember the dream but the same image was always burned into my mind when I woke up. The sight of my mother the last time I’d seen her.
Published February 2, 2016