Ovo 1.3.2 -

I put my hand on its shell.

“Lot forty-seven,” the auctioneer said, his voice flat as a ruler. “An experimental pre-cognitive dream engine. Non-functional. Sold as is.” ovo 1.3.2

That was the first night. The second night, I dreamed of a bridge collapsing in a city I’d never visited. The third night, a woman’s voice gave me the winning lottery numbers for a drawing that wouldn’t happen for another eight months. The fourth night, I dreamed of my own funeral. The casket was closed. No one cried. Someone had placed a single bruised plum on the lid. I put my hand on its shell