The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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Spotty snorted and looked back toward her mount as if to say; “Both of you have got to be kidding.” The Rider said; “No matter what it is now called by the inexperienced young, I will always remember its sweet wonders. When I was born there it was known throughout the country as Propicio; a place of abundance. It matters none to me if it has mockingly become known as Cambio de la Vida, as I will always belong there. It is merely a circling back to an infancy; oblivious to labels.” Thinking that he had said something discourse ending, if not particularly dazzling, he smirked as he confidently retrieved a hand rolled cigarette from his shirt pocket and struck a match, lighting it.

The pedestrian Stranger with the vision challenge jumped back and his glazed eyes widened in horror. He said; “This place is so dry, an ember could trigger a raging wildfire. Didn’t you see the condition of the river?”

He inhaled deeply and said; “Yeah? ....... Hard to miss. My compliments on your fantastic grasp of the obvious. ....... Now, who’s asking the stupid questions?”

The bearded one again frantically tried to straighten his glasses, and quickly circumvented Spotty, in a quick stepping attempt to get away from the flickering flame. He had moved ten feet when he stopped and called back, seeking the last word;