The wrinkled hunchback at the corner caught my attention. The dream about my grandma suddenly emerged. I could almost feel her rough hand touching my face.
As soon as I signalled the shell, its forehead glowed. I swirled into it, blinked her, or my, eyes, stretched my legs, staggered out to put on a floral dress.
What for breakfast? I’d have poached eggs, grandma’s favourite.