on dad's demiseA Story by fleamailman
and how the dream had been so vivid then, with dad lying in his bed as he lowered
the bedsheets to reveal a gaping infected mess where his guts should be, and then he pulling those sheets back up, yes so vivid was that dream in fact been that the
goblin remembered that dream alone among many other dreams he has
forgotten by now, until some months later, dad was indeed calling him
over to arrange things for his demented wife due to the short time left to dad then, so perhaps then the goblin had somehow known deep down
that something was amiss with dad, even if visually dad looked "right as
rain" and "fit as a fiddle", mind you dad always did even in his advanced
age, where more months have passed by now, and somehow there seems no
time nor room left for sentimentality here, it just runs its course in
the background while the goblin occasionally wonders if his next dream will likewise reveal his own thoughts to himself once more, didn't matter, neither of them were
ever heart on sleeve types, nothing much to say really, just that
as one gets older these things seem like ever nearer and ever more likely too, relating "...which when one thinks about it is utterly wrong
of course, as it's ever that old line that goes no one has any more life than anyone else..."
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