Chapter 35

Twenty days of Tuck.

Gone. In an instant.

Gone. 40: Dreaming That Night

November 18, 2015

Dreaming that night…

I observed a white and blue plane as it drifted across the heavens, slowly crawling through the sky. I imagined Tuck inside the plane, flying to Cincinnati, reading my s. I blinked and peered into the heavens again. The plane was gone.

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After a night spent with Carl, waking before he did, I stood at one of the three windows inside his garage/studio and peered out at the red-orange morning and the sandy beach. In the distance, to the far right, I thought I saw Tuck walking on the beach, dragging a long stick behind him. But he really wasn’t really there. The figure was just my imagination.

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