Quite the thing, these trips down memory lane. We each have our own perspective of what happened. He keeps coming back and asking questions. Basically, he wants to know why. I am not sure why. I am not even sure that it happened. Well, he did disappear. We were at the lake, on the pier. It was a sunny day, but I can only see it through a haze. We were talking about moving to Paris. Then I found myself back home, but he wasn’t there. Yes, after I reported him missing I did go to Paris, where I lived for many years. On my own terms.
(c) May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet
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