The Dream Maker, Part One

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Mary Lou loved working with clay.  She fully intended to start on that teapot Dennis was begging for.  Alone in the usually busy studio she sang out loud and reached for the lump of clay.

Her stomach was growling and her hands were screaming.  She was exhausted and one of those bullying migraines was dancing around, trying to find its way into her head and threatening to take over her life.

She looked down at the piece she had created and realized that several hours had passed.  The migraine, her empty stomach and her hands were forgotten.

This was not a teapot, she had made a tube of some kind.  It was something she recognized from the edge of her memory, from her dreams.  The wood block she had used to make impressions on the tube was not something she recognized.  She had seen similar blocks used by fabric artists, lovingly hand carved and used to create amazing designs.

A small pile of clay balls was piled next to the tube.  Each ball was wrapped twice in some delicate tissue paper.  So that was what she had made!

One end of the tube was already sealed.   Her breath entered the tube with a soft “haaaaaa”.  Counting as she dropped each ball into the open end, nine, her lucky number.

With another whispered “haaaaaa” she sealed the tube with a disc of clay.  Several small holes were added to each end to allow moisture to escape the tube as it baked in the kiln.  The tube joined other pieces waiting to be bisque fired, looking ordinary in their company.

Cleaning up her space her thoughts were interrupted by her stomach.  She would figure this all out after some sushi and a nap.

May Lou laughed to herself when she realized that Dennis wasn’t getting that teapot anytime soon.

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