By W.D. Frank
I had a dream this morning for the first time in ages. A faceless woman stood at the foot of my bed and whispered to me silent promises. When she was done speaking her voiceless truths, I crawled over to her and placed a red crown on the top of her head. The head of a jackal emerged from the void where her face wasn’t and the creature smiled with barred fangs. I returned its gracious smile with one of my own and told it to “find me at the dock past the eyes of men.” The jackal flashed me another knowing grin and spoke an audible whisper. He said, “Two trees guard the final gate. Speak only lies to them for they care too much.” I told him that I understood and that I would remember how to pass them once he found me.
Then he vanished with his host, leaving me alone in the room with a gang of squealing kittens. They all crowded around me and began to sing a frantic song I couldn’t quite understand.
I giggled at their ridiculous antics and then I rolled over to fall asleep only to see the faceless woman’s blank visage peering back at me from the comfort of her pillow. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and felt my mind drift away into another world.