The dancing bear has a chain around his neck. He is led out into the center ring and commanded to prance in the follow spot. To bare his yellow teeth. To growl and paw at the air. To hop on one leg while he balances a beach ball on his nose, like a seal. The trainer shouts commands and grins broadly at the audience, see my dancing bear? How smart and handsome and funny he is!
Applause fills the tent, cheers rattle the rafters. Fathers point, children laugh. The bear howls.
In the dream, she doesn’t know if she is the trainer or the bear.
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Effing brilliant! Of course, any writer is the trainer AND the bear...
...and i find nothing gets done unless both are in the ring at the same time...
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