By Erik Bruce Blagsvedt
Elmer finished his gin and went to bed. He quickly succumbed to a dream:
There was a woman sitting by a harp-like instrument. She was enshrouded in translucent white curtains. She was him but he could see her as if he were another. There was no music playing. She spoke: “Sometimes I have to do things that will make you question the way you perceive them. It’s a blind gutter. The faces come and go. Pick one light and rest your name on it. It doesn’t matter which one. [Read more…] about Elmer Has A Dream