from Issue Number 8, 2017
Continuum by Jennifer Barber
A split screen showed the two of us, one of those conversations with no
content apart from the usual checking in. They gave me sixteen minutes, you said,
to make this call; then I understood you needed permission from where you were.
The room around you was a den with a white paper lantern overhead,
the sofa and the bookcase, but no door. You wore a baggy sweater and corduroy slacks.
Sure, it was a dream, but even so you put down the phone so soundlessly.
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