(Digital Art by Me!)

Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Nathaniel Rackham (Smoky Gulch High School Class of 1957 - Go Wombats!) stumbled into the kitchen one Sunday morning after sleeping in late and gave his wife of sixty years a peck on the cheek as she prepared breakfast. 

Allene smiled at her husband in response as she stirred the corned beef hash she was browning in the skillet. But her smile faded as she noticed the unusual expression etched upon Nathaniel’s face.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” she asked.

Nathaniel poured himself a glass of orange juice and gulped it down before he answered. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Tell me something: Is it weird that I had a dream last night about the two of us and Mrs. Brewer from down the street?”

His wife considered the question for a moment. “Well, that all depends,” she told him. “Which one of us was on top?”

Uncertain as to what the correct response on his part should be - and unwilling to face the possible consequences in the event that he got it wrong - Nathaniel opted to say nothing at all. Instead he just shrugged and went back to the living room to watch Face The Nation as he waited for his breakfast...

(Copyright 2024 by John Allen Small)