I watch a mind movie of her taking a stick and drawing a line in the dirt between us under a bright blue sky. She's dressed as a sheriff and I'm wearing black-and-white prisoner stripes. My mind does this all the time — shows me these movies that seem so real that they carry me away inside them. They are a relief from my real life.
Fish in a Tree, P3-4
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
ISBN 978-0-399-16259-6
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