FICTION: my mother #231
the man with the patchwork heart:
my mother, in preparation for her own death, dreamed a thousand dreams of those who had died before her. the last dream was her own last breath. this is #231:
he thought he was in control, for real. ted jervis, or the great mustafo, who with a little make up and a little of the right costume could make believe he was egyptian, thought he could face that giant beast one on one and take it. he could win.
but then. for just one second he forgot who he was, and…
