Winter 1956 – Though The Flesh Has Passed, It Lets Us Not Forget

 

The head’s eyes opened. Her nostrils flared and she breathed in deeply. She looked around the room and sighed. 

She said, “I was dreaming of walking. Barefoot. On the beach. The stupid thing is, when I had feet, I didn’t like walking on sand. It was always too hot. My feet got dry and cracked.”