Flowers

Date: 8/8/2021

I was living with my parents and every time I got home a faceless man would chase me and try to get into the house. We had locks that you had to have a code for to lock and unlock to keep him out. It changed and I was not me but a woman on the side of a road in a blueberry farm. I wanted to be alone. There was a sign that said if you ate the blueberries then you would die. A group of people came up to sit in the same patch of grass I was in so I got up to leave. Tibault was there, he was watching me. The people he came with were asking me questions about myself and I finally said that I was a widow. “Does that make you want to kill yourself?” They asked. I didn’t answer. Tibault gestured to the sign about dying. “I am a widow, and I would if I could.” He said. I left them to walk down a dirt road that was filled with fields of flowers on either side. Tibault wanted to follow, but he couldn’t. It changed again and I was preforming in some kind of high school choir show. I had to dance and sing and did very well. Someone copied a recording of the show for my Dad to watch. It was nice of them to do so.