To Grandmother’s House We Go
(An Interpretation of a Dream)
The apartment sat empty, the dust particles floating in the air like sparkling memories of life that had been long gone, but still linger, imprinted on the walls and echoing in the heartbeat of what used to be her home. The three cousins were meeting there, for a night on the town. They’d spent the day getting themselves dolled up and ready to let off some steam and dance the night away. They intended to meet at the old apartment and once together they would leave to head off into the night. Yet a deep fog began to surround them as they arrived. The empty streets were of an eerie comfort as they approached the emptiness beyond the basement door.
Bella arrived, in her 60's style dress, buttoned up high, short flared skirt. Her hair was styled up in beehive fashion. Her curls were tight and almost glued to her face as the tendrils that cascaded down her back sat perfectly still. Her wide eyes were made up beautifully, the winged eyeliner creating a striking presentation. She looked as though she stepped out of a disco music video. Her heels clicked methodically on the floor as she watched, amazed as her childhood rushed back to her. She entered the empty kitchen, the fridge was warm and held nothing inside and no longer was there food cooking on the stove. The window still carried the dust filled curtains and they swayed back and forth even though no wind…
