Miss
Olga's Boarding House
By
Craig Wilson
When
the smoke clears, I realise I’m in a large house.
The
house appears to be from the late nineteenth century.
I see
pictures of children as I walk through the halls.
I
piece it together that I am in a huge boarding house.
Yet, I
do not recall visiting a boarding house at all.
When I
open the staff door, I see a grumpy old witch.
The
witch reminds me that she is the owner of this house.
Apparently,
I’ve been hired to help tutor the young kids.
The
witch, Miss Olga, forces me into a classroom.
However,
I somehow wind up leaving this dream.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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