Anya in the Forest

   In the dream my mother and me are sitting in the lobby of a restaurant. We are waiting to be seated for dinner.
   The hostess comes up to me and asks me if I am ­­­ ________. I say yes.
   She tells me I have a phone call, would I please follow her.
   I follow her to the hostess station, where she hands me a black phone. It is an old-fashioned phone, replete with a cord. I speak into the receiver—Hello?
   The voice on the other end of the line is Anya’s. She says that I need to find her, please.
   I ask her where she is. She says she doesn’t know. I ask her what is around her. She pauses, then says—I’m in a forest. With lots of tall trees. And it’s starting to get dark. And someone told me that it wasn’t safe to be in the forest once it got dark. That if I was in the forest and it was dark I might get lost for a long time, or forever.
   Anya’s talk of being lost forever scared me.
   Anya, where were you right before you entered the forest, what was around you? I need some kind of clue, some point of reference to help me find you.
   She says she can’t remember. Then she repeats, Find me, and hangs up. Or is disconnected.
   I set the phone down on its cradle. The hostess looks at me and smiles. I smile back. And return to the lobby.
   My mother asks me who it was that called me.
   I lie and say that it was a wrong number, someone looking for another _______.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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