We juggled carry bags while the tiny child in a red dress skipped ahead. I don't know who she belonged to, but she was in our charge.
My husband gave chase after she rushed ahead, leaving me to handle the bags. I watched in horror the slow motion impact as a car turned into its driveway. Red frills, red metal. I jerked awake.
I tried desperately to recapture the dream. Was she injured? Nothing was real; how stupid to feel responsible.
Yet behind my closed eyes is a jumbled image; red frills, a red car and guilt.
My husband gave chase after she rushed ahead, leaving me to handle the bags. I watched in horror the slow motion impact as a car turned into its driveway. Red frills, red metal. I jerked awake.
I tried desperately to recapture the dream. Was she injured? Nothing was real; how stupid to feel responsible.
Yet behind my closed eyes is a jumbled image; red frills, a red car and guilt.
