Mystery Tour

Mystery Tour I hired a car wanted to drive to the country side where I spent part of my childhood. By a farmhouse that looked familiar, I stopped a dog came out of an up ended barrel greeted me, Is Jason coming home? The farmer and his wife came out, he patted me on my head, and his wife gave me a hug and said: “a little boy once lived here.” In the kitchen, they gave me two slices of loaf with blueberry jam on, my favourite food as a child. The couple had not aged in fifty years and their eyes I was that little boy I took my farewells and promised to visit soon. A bus drove passed throwing up dust and when it settled the couple, and the farm had disappeared into the mist of time.