Sprinkles 29 Teddy Bears Picnic June 2020
Hello from Writers@… Would you like As you’ll appreciate, we can’t get around our usual cafes and groups with our packages of literary S p r i n k l e s loveliness, so we’re issuing this edition as an online- with that? only version. Our writers have been just as busy, and are keen to keep amusing and entertaining our readers with snippets and stories. We’ve made one or two changes to make it easier to read on screens, including a third page! Enjoy! A sprinkling of literary delights Freshly brewed poetry & prose Writers@… Dream Picnic My old Ted is long gone: she shamed me into giving him away. I fell for her persuasions even though my heart told me no. My new Ted, like a new dog, is equally special, friend and comforter, but Old Ted will never be forgotten. I get an invitation to a virtual Teddy Bears’ Picnic. I think, at first, that it’s online, but I check it out and it turns out it’s a lucid dream meet-up. Have you tried them? They’re still dreams, but you know you’re dreaming; they’re hyper- real and you can meet up there if you agree a time and place. You’re in control. So I think: I can take as many bears as I like, and then: I can meet Old Ted. It’s zero hour and time to go. I close my eyes, distract myself from trying – just visualise the scene. If flying is about forgetting to fall, then dreaming is about allowing yourself to fall.
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