Dream Time - I
not sure what to do w/this - if I fictionalise, the kid may not be credible (even if it's me)Dream Time I (draft) Shortly after she'd sent me away at 12, feeling like a good horse or warm buffalo robe, my mother was returning me from a visit at the studio where she lived, to my father's house – we'd not stopped for homemade pie and coffees at the truck-stop as I’d hoped – when she looked over to me, questioning my long, unaccustomed quiet. She was taken aback by my appearance next to her in the passenger's seat....