Before the Rain, Part Two

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Loomis scratched his left temple, not so much the heat. No, more of a sense memory of bedbugs when he had that plywood lean-to sling bed in a most neglected Magazine Street loft. But that was then, before the nightmares.

“Mister Smith, is you listening to me?”

“Uh, no. I mean yeah. First of all my name is not Smith. It’s Reader!“

“Like you read books?”

“Well actually, I write more than I read nowadays.”

“And just what else do you do, man?”

Loomis stood up from the sizzling metal bench, swaying ever so slightly.

“Is you drunk, man?”

Loomis stammered, “No, at least I don’t think so. I mean I don’t remember drinkin’ anything.In fact, I do a lot of dreaming.”

Her name was Callie. “DREAMIN’?”

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