Even in That Light, Red

Moving on, when it happens, notes from a dream

He had gone back for a few housewares he had forgotten, found a fireman in the garage. The halogen lamp that had lit the final furnished room of the last move, the throw pillows given him for housewarming. And a fireman who sprung up white in his headlights. Sponges, utility towels, that jerrycan of turpentine or thinner, depending--things he didn’t wan…