When dreams whisper names from the past

I was real.

“Are you okay? Are you waiting for someone?” I asked carefully.

She shrugged, glancing down at her feet. “Just sitting.”

We talked a little. Her name was Clara. She told me she lived “over there” and pointed vaguely toward the trailer park across the road, her finger lingering like she didn’t fully want to remember it. I asked if she came continue reading …