Visual art by Mai Matsubara.
I was walking upon a paved road with lots of cracks when a man approached me. He was dressed in a chartreuse suit with a large valentine tulip in his lapel. He asks me if I knew him. I said I didn’t believe I did. He shook his head at me. He told me he was my father. He was not my father. My father lived in a small house on a hill with a wood fire stove and rocking chair. The man corrected me. He said I had a sister by the name of Beatrice. I told him I did not. He apologized, tipped his hat to me and kept walking. He walked up to the next girl and told him he was her father. I laughed out loud.