Overheard

Napping on a bench at the Botanical Gardens on a bright end-of-March Sunday, I was awakened by a conversation between two other-wise-dull-looking blokes who didn’t know I was there:

“Oh man! I have no dreams. I am not dreaming.”

“How come, man?”

“Well, our house is fuckin’ haunted, man. One day I was looking at this picture on the wall and there was this shadow looking at it and I thought it was mine. But then I moved and it didn’t. Ever since I don’t dream.”

“Oh man…bummer.”

I reckon there’s a movie in there somewhere…

Amanda Barusch

Amanda Barusch has worked as a janitor, exotic dancer, editor, and college professor. She lives in the American West, where she spends as much time as possible on dirt paths. She has an abiding disdain for boundaries and adores ambiguity. Amanda has published eight books of non-fiction, a few poems, and a growing number of short stories. Aging Angry is her first work of creative non-fiction. She uses magical realism to explore deep truths of the human experience in this rapidly changing world.

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