This story is a contribution to the 15th STSC Symposium, a monthly collaboration from STSC's writers around a set theme. Our topic for this month is dreams. it took six weeks for the status of our divorce to register in my dreams. that first dream was feverish, full of blood and bile and exhaust. it was a carbon copy of one of the fights we’d used to justify our split -
beautiful - love the way you glide through several memories in such a small piece. felt very much like a dream