![]() ![]() He was still tangled in the images of his bad dream.Īlexander looked at the clock: six-thirty, time to get up. He lay listening to the storm and thinking about the black bird and about his mother, waiting for the pounding in his chest to die down. He pictured the roaring Pacific Ocean a few blocks from his house, spilling in furious waves against the cliffs. He turned on the light with the sensation of being adrift in a boat, and pushed closer to the bulk of the large dog sleeping beside him. ![]() What had awakened him was the noise from the storm: wind lashing the trees, rain on the rooftop, and thunder. In the dream, he watched helplessly as the gigantic vulture clasped Lisa Cold’s clothing in its yellow claws, flew out the same broken window, and disappeared into a sky heavy with dark clouds. He had been dreaming that an enormous black bird had crashed against the window with a clatter of shattered glass, flown into the house, and carried off his mother. Int'l Women's Conference - México, 2013Īlexander Cold awakened at dawn, startled by a nightmare.Anisfield-Wolf Book Awards Ceremony, 2017. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |