The Memory Painter

“Well, I would put it out of your mind. Sometimes life throws strange coincidences at us. You stopped having that dream a long time ago.”

“I know. It’s nothing.” She could feel the worry emanating from him, and she pretended to check her watch. “Sorry, I have a meeting. I’m fine, really. Let’s just forget it.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and escaped the office, unable to stop the sinking feeling that she shouldn’t have said anything.