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the half awake time before rising when images, dreams and half dreams
ascend from the darkness of the soul and imprint themselves on the
memory for the rest of the day, Micah Probert observed the faerie in a
mountain meadow. The creature wore blue jeans and a red shirt tucked
into his waistband as he flitted about from golden daffodils to blue
forget-me-nots like a bee shopping for nectar. Gossamer wings buzzed
like a dragonfly until, as sometimes happens in half dreams, the
creature turned to face the camera of Micah’s mind. It flew in for a
close-up and grinned with a Mediterranean face outlined with short black
Micah jumped which caused him to smack his hand hard against the side of a stack of book boxes by his mattress.
pushed the boxes aside and blinked against the sunlight as it glared
through the soiled glass of the back bedroom window. Micah found his
knees staring him in the face when he plopped his feet on the floor. He
reached over to pet the black cat asleep among his blankets and sheets.
“How’d you get in here?”
A humming noise came from
outside. Micah weaved a path through the jungle of boxes to the window.
He leaned his hands on the wide wooden sill coated with faded, peeling
white paint and considered how potted plants would go nicely on the
The droning came from above and to the
right, so Micah turned in that direction in time to see a man in blue
jeans. He was bare from the waist up, but had a red shirt tucked into
his waistband. He wore a pair of brown work boots like a construction
worker prepared for a job in the mud. The man hovered about fifty feet
above the parking lot behind Micah’s tiny backyard near the row of green
dumpsters. Yellow police tape surrounded one of the dumpsters. The
police had completed their work and hauled the body away.
winged man landed by a large puddle in the parking lot. He folded a set
of four long, narrow gossamer wings against his back. The wings faded
into a filigree pattern of blood vessels woven over the man’s skin like a
tattoo. He undid his shirt from his waist and ambled around the corner
of the house out of sight. Micah craned his neck sideways to track the
winged man’s movement. Above, a strong breeze moved the cloud cover off
to the east.
Micah shook his head to clear it. “Hallucination? What do you think, cat?”
The feline sprawled with its paws stretched out and its mouth open in a yawn. “Meowr.”
sir. You make a good point. And I agree. Caffeine is the best way to
figure out how you got in here. By the way, have you always had that
The cat stretched, yawned and smiled.
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