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Jacob knocked twice on the farmhouse door, flicking flakes of ninety year old paint from his knuckles. The porch looked the same. Rocking chair facing north towards the old oak where she conversed with warblers and stranger things.

Tightening his grip on the grocery bag, he knocked again…twice. The dog barked and he thought he heard her call out, β€œIf you are a dreamer, come in.” So he did. She looked startled, brushing grey wisps from her sunken blue eyes.

“Ya just can’t barge right in here. lad!”

“I…I didn’t”, he stuttered. “You said to come in”.

Her eyes rolled as she half-stumbled over the dachshund at her feet.

“What ya’ mumbling about, boy? I said nothing of the sort”.

“I brought you some food, mum”, he spoke to the floor.

She burst out laughing, pointing to the dog. “A wiener and my dreamer! “

Prosery for dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is hosting and she has asked us to include the following line from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, published in his book, Where the Sidewalk Ends.

If you are a dreamer, come in.”

Drop in for more details.

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  1. I could just imagine the voice of the old lady here, and there was a nice twist at the end which I didn’t see coming!

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    • Reading it aloud to my husband, I tried to mimic the accent we encountered in beautiful Newfoundland, but I think it landed somewhere between Irish, British and Alabama, U.S.A. πŸ˜€

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  2. So fun… but I think in the end she should be happy for the groceries

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  3. A bittersweet story with good dialogue.

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  4. I had to look up “paracusia” – It’s a form of hallucination where a person perceives sounds without any auditory stimulus.
    These details add so much depth to the story:
    “flicking flakes of ninety year old paint from his knuckles” and her talking to warblers and “stranger things”. So the question is….who is really hallucinating in the story? He thought he heard her invite him in….but then she does say “a wiener and my dreamer” at the end.
    Oooh how I’d like to pick up a phone and talk with you about this one! πŸ™‚

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    • Haha…you might know more than I as I’m not sure either! The ending was silly but I couldn’t resist after having a dachshund for 16 years, it just came out.

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  5. Beverly Crawford

    A trip to the dictionary for me too. A very inventive tale.

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  6. Nice one,
    Happy Monday

    MuchπŸ’›love

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  7. Glenn A. Buttkus

    A few moments in the Twilight Zone here. Her final line can mean so many different things. It could be a demential non-sequitur, or it could be her jovial admission that she had been joking with him, or it could me she’s a crone who thinks he’s a dick. Lots of lovely possibilities.

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    • I like the myriad of interpretations! I’m leaning towards…..she said it, forgot due to dementia, then slipped back when she said “dreamer’….hmm….OR they are truly in the twilight zone sharing the same auditory hallucinations. Her dog is the innocent “weiner”.

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  8. I feel like there might be a sad undertone to this, an element of their relationship that we don’t know. It’s a wonderful use of term dreamer, I’d forgotten that it could be used to refer to someone who seems a bit strange and different from the norm.

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  9. Humor and still a sad undertone. Loved the last line and how it left you to imagine the mother’s feelings.

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  10. Sweet tale packed full of imagery! Bravo!

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  11. Well written Mish, put a smile on my face. πŸ™‚

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  12. Sounds like she wasn’t expecting groceries!! Your title is perfect! πŸ’–

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  13. I love the humorous feel of your story, in spite of the old lady’s eccentricities!

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  14. A bit of mystery in this one. I love a mystery! Nice!

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  15. Wait, wait, wait ~ would I be mistaken to call this a mishunderstanding?

    πŸ˜€
    David

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  16. Very clever, is that your sketch Mish?

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