Fast Fiction: The Dreamer
...Yes, I'd had a dream, you see . . . Now the thing about my dreams up to now, I'll tell you, is that they foretold what was going to happen to me. I called it the Lewton Dream Law...
But does the Lewton Law still hold good? Richard Mallinson's tale brings a surprising answer.
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Ron Lewton looked at me with his red rimmed eyes. 'You can't be certain of anything, these days,' he said.
'Why, what makes you say that?'
'Well,' he said, taking a gulp of his lager, 'I was expecting a call from the county ground this week ... but nothing, not a tinkle.'
'Why were you expecting a - ?'
'To tell me to report for training.'
'Training? Are you mad? You're 65, for Christ's sake. Why would they want you to report for training? . . . Are you serious?'
'Yes, I'd had a dream, you see . . . Now the thing about my dreams up to now, I'll tell you, is that they foretold what was going to happen to me. I called it the Lewton Dream Law . . . But perhaps it no longer holds good . . . unless this is the exception that proves - '
'Now listen to me,' I cut in. 'Do not mention this to anybody else, will you? They'll think you're bonkers . .. They'll have you locked away. The idea of turning up for training with the county team at your age is utterly absurd.'
'Yes, yes ... but I'd still have liked the chance to say no, wouldn't I?'
*
You'll never guess,' he chortled when I met him in the pub next day.
'Never guess what?'
'The Lewton Dream Law is still operative ... I had a call from the county ground this very morning . .. Charming girl, gently reminded me that my annual subscription was due ... Now, what d'you think, eh?'
'Well,' I said, 'it's near enough, isn't it?'
