I have this dream sometimes… I feel awake, looking out into a surreal and twisted world. My mother, in the distance, always silent, always out of reach. My brother, too close, with words but not himself. I try to forget. Or just accept. And now I can’t even remember their faces… They’re just blurs, not the things I remember. The detail has gone out of them. Red hair, striped shirt, brown hair, red dress, that’s all I truly remember…
I don’t know what to cling to anymore.
Lucas is such a nice guy who hates to see anyone sad or angry. But his inner-self is pretty banged up, his psyche scarred. As he slips off into the world of dreams, you’re about to get a sampling of what torments him…
This page was added in the final draft to remind readers that Matty is a fantasy fan and has a creative imagination. Harriet is of course a bit blunt and harsh with her reviews and is probably channeling the literature teacher who gave her own school assignments equally harsh critiques.
Poll results: How big is the town you live in? 31% for 10,000 or less people, 25% for 10,000-50,000, 17% for 50,000-100,000, 14% for major cities of 1 million or more, and 13% for 100,000-1,000,000 people. So there you go.
Lucas age reveal! Also, it’s an omelet.
Food prepared by loving mothers beats beans any day!