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"Oh, that's cool," Isaac said.
Jill was loosely basing her fiction novel on a few different customers or stories that happened at this restaurant, and Sherman and Linda Hendrix were a couple Jill had been interviewing.
"Youlook like a leading man," Jill said, pointing and smiling at him in the kindhearted way of a female relative.
"What? You like my haircut?" Isaac asked, running a hand through his hair for dramatic effect.
Jill laughed at him. "I was talking about the screwdriver."
Isaac tilted his head at her. "The screwdriver?"
"Yeah."
"I'm just tightening a hinge," he said, gesturing to the door.
She shrugged. "It's still pretty boss of you."
Isaac gave Jill a bright smile while shaking his head and moving toward the door.
Within a minute, the problem was fixed and the door was no longer dragging as it opened and closed. It would hold like this for a week or two until Isaac would have to come tighten it again. Eventually, he would have to replace something, but for now, this was a good solution.
And then he saw it.
It was straight out of his dream.
The
exact
horses.
They were suddenly plastered right in front of Isaac, in full view, and just like that, Isaac was transported to the dream. He could feel the wind move and hear the trampling sounds. It was the same scene, and he stared at it, feeling completely swept away by the memory and the motion.
"These ladies were just leaving, Isaac," Cindy said, cutting in. "Thank you so much, ladies!"
"No problem. We enjoyed it." But the woman's response was reluctant. Isaac's stare was aimed at the horses, and he was unable to believe that his exact dream was in front of his eyes. It was like he was there.
"Uh,excuse us!" someone said rudely.
It was at that moment that Isaac realized that the horses were connected to a shirt and the shirt was connected to a woman. He stared at it again, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and it was like the picture was ripped straight out of his dream.
"Excuse us," the woman said, moving.
Isaac didn't realize that he had been so transfixed until she stepped to the side.
"Move!" the other woman said, cutting between Isaac and the woman with the horse shirt.
They were already walking away by the time Isaac was able to process what was going on. He had been staring at the horses while memories of his dream flashed before his eyes. They were mad at him, and it was because he was staring at the front of her shirt.
"I'm not, I wasn't…" he called out for them, trying to explain, but it was too late. It was a group of two women, and they walked through the restaurant in a huff. Both of them looked over their shoulders at Isaac. The one in the denim shirt was scowling at him like he was a big pervert, but the one on the right—the one in the horse shirt—she just stared at him. She was wearing an unreadable expression as the other woman turned and led them both out of the door.
The door did not scrape the floor when it opened and closed.
Isaac should have caught them and explained, but the truth was almost as odd as someone just standing there staring.What would he tell her if he caught up to her? Would he say that he had a dream about horses and war and shipwrecks, and could she please tell him what it all meant?Of course he wouldn't say that. He wouldn't even follow her. She was already out of the restaurant by now.
"What's going on with you, boss?" Cindy said.
Isaac felt dazed already, and it was surreal to stare straight at a scene of stampeding wild horses and then have it walk out of the door.
