Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

The Last Night

I dreamed we were moving house- and it was, in fact, our last night in the old home.

The people next door were having a party in their garden- which seemed continuous with our own and not separated from it by any hedge, fence or wall. A young man from the party walked over and presented me with a firework. I thought how odd it was that we'd never spoken before in all the time we'd been neighbours.

The firework burned blue and green- while its cardboard container folded down- like self-activated origami- to form a delicate, little paper sculpture of an animal resembling a peke.

A woman and a little girl from next door joined me- and I gave the paper dog to the child.
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