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once again I need to locate my hard to find Father.

Submitted:Jan 30, 2009    Reads: 90    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Once again I am on the trail of my Father's where abouts. I knock at Wayne's door, he had been known to bed down there. The door falls ajar and I follow the sound of a distant television. I startle Wayne and half apologise as I focus on the girl who lays next to him. As our eyes engage I know she is special, this is no chance meeting. I make small talk with Wayne and understand my Dad is not there. I am careful not to stare at her but study her beauty at every chance. I was deliberate in not talking to her, but without forethought the question, "Do we know each other? Falls out of my mouth. I instantly felt Wayne's stare, as he telepathically told me to stop flirting.

"Which school did you attend? My mouth was now on auto control, in the far distance Wayne said something about the time. The white strap on her t-shirt, framed her tanned shoulder. Her hair bounced as she answered my questions. This was fate, my exposure to such beauty was was the stuff of.......

I began to remember my Dad had died nearly 16 years ago, this was all a dream. Not for the first time my unconscious mind was searching the ill lit corridors that map my being. A longing to hear his words, hear his response and praise had once again been dashed. Amongst the fog a woman turns, her smile assures me all will be ok. Her hair continued to bob until the mist forced my eyes to open. Only questions fill the dark room, questions I hope the next dream can begin to answer.


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