Paracusia

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, “If 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.