A Flock of
Leaves
by Hermine
Robinson
"I feel
fine," says my mother. "I'm sure I
could have driven myself home from the dentist.
It's just country roads."
"You were
legally impaired, Mom."
"Yes, but
it's such a lot of fuss for you to come out here
just to drive me home after a little bit of
dental work."
"You had
dental surgery, Mom, with sedation."
"I didn't
feel a thing."
"That was
the point of the sedation."
"Well, I'm
awake now. And I could have driven home just fine."
"Do you
even remember the drive home?"
"I
remember the leaves."
"What
leaves? There weren't any leaves."
"Yes
there were. They blew across the road
and scared the dickens out of me."
"Do you
mean the birds? The ones that nearly flew into us
near the wetlands?"
"Yes,
that's what I meant. Silly me. There was a flock
of leaves near the wetlands," said Mom.
"See, Dear, I told you I was fine to drive."
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