In the dream the man was a suitor to a mother who had a child and that child was seen by the man as someone whom he could torment at his leisure. But for now he had to win the trust of the mother.
In a sitting room come bedroom in a converted villa frontroom, a sparse bedsit out of the 70s.
A divan as a sofa. The boy on it.
The man stood in the doorway while the mother tried to tie the child's shoe lace for instructing the child had proven useless. The man at the doorway continued to give instructions as the child withdrew his foot which seemed to flop uselessly in front of him. A pseudopod. The mother succeeded in getting the thin as hair laces into a lose knot. But the man was not happy, he said he would take the boy on a trip with other boys and they would play with a rope and a metal bell which they could beat the boy with. It was only a tiny bell, it would cause no injury and only do good. When the mother disappeared the man said to the other boys, lets take the big heavy duty bells and attach those instead.
The man became a small dark haired woman possibly the mother whom I attacked with a surge of outrage, shoving her up against the wall, telling her I found her contemptible and evil and I would destroy her. Nausea woke me before the alarm.
At the bus stop in a warm summer drizzle, a black winged insect kept landing compulsively on my bare arm below where the sleeve was rolled, again and again it came back battering against me. I thought the moisturiser might prove toxic to its fragile system.
From the bus I saw the elfin woman often seen around that part of town. She was tiny, dressed as usual in a tremendously strange yet expensive style. Today she had on little pointed slippers and white socks. Her glasses which were always exceptional were wrought in delicate metal whorls with decorative intricacies, glasses belonging to a fairy godmother from the 50s. Her son, whom she had pushed around in a pram was now a tween languishing against the bus shelter holding a thick
paperback, wearing the glasses and costume of a nouvelle vague hero.
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