Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
She dreams, surely she dreams hazy memories. She must do so, how else decipher those interminable pauses of immobile intensity when her constant pacing is arrested and she stands, alert to some vision passing before her unseeing eyes. At night, asleep, she dreams, whimpers.
When this small black companion is walked alongside us on forest trails she is securely harnessed and a lead, from us to her, directs her safely along pathways she no longer recognizes by absent sight or long-term memory. When she wanders a gentle tug directs.
As we slowly progress on these daily excursions she halts, turns her head to sightlessly regard the scene behind. What does she see? The past, thoughts of her young days in the freshness and delight of early discovery?
She proceeds through the tug, for she cannot hear our long-familiar, now puzzlingly-absent voices. Our communion is through touch, so she knows we are there, with her, and she responds. Then she stops, looks reflectively behind again, seeing there another space in time now past.
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