Rosa Dreaming
Rosa, 99 years old, sat in her rocking chair, falling asleep. She immediately slipped into a dream of a dog. It was a Labrador, brown. Oh! She thought. That’s Chocolate! The outlines of the farm buildings where she had lived as a child began to take shape in the distance. It was a very misty, cool morning. Very early. Summertime. The ground fog curled around her ankles, which were somehow old lady’s ankles, even though she knew she was only 8 years old. She glanced at her hands. Also old. Confusing. She heard a dog barking, high-pitched. She looked up. … Read more