Mysterious Ways

Visions of Lynn

Is that you, Lynn? I blinked awake. I was lying in bed in my Texas home. Another dream. For months, I’d been plagued by vivid dreams—wood splitting, things coming apart, visions of my parents and now my cousin Lynn. She’d appeared to me in a flash, like a cameo in a TV sit-com. A beautiful teenager, how she looked when I last saw her. She smiled at me. Then I woke up.

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