The Old Soldier dreamt of Taylor Swift all night long. I don’t know why. I’ve seen a few photos of her and headlines about her online, but that’s about it.
These dreams about Taylor Swift had nothing to do with sex. There were usually other people around and sometimes she would perform, but most of the time she and I would just talk. Sometimes the talk made sense and sometimes it didn’t.
At the end of the night, Taylor Swift sat down beside me and we shared a cigarette for a moment. She had a fiddle with her. She started working on a new song. I sang along. We were in an empty auditorium, but I could see through an open doorway young people dancing in what appeared to be a yard. Then Taylor Swift got restless and said she wanted to see a movie.
Then she was slipping into another building with a young army lieutenant.
Don’t ask me what my dream about Taylor Swift means. Maybe it means that the Old Soldier’s subconscious is hard at work on some new creative ideas. I mean, I did get up and write this post.
Thank you, Taylor Swift.
Won’t people who search for Taylor Swift online and who come up with the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette be surprised. Maybe the magazine will get a few new readers, a couple of new subscribers and one or two submissions.
Stranger things have happened. And it’s all because of Taylor Swift.
Keep reading and keep writing that erotic flash fiction. This is the Old Soldier reporting from Pittsburgh.
PS When flash fiction is good enough, it is not only great entertainment, it is also art. And erotica as art has a long and honorable tradition. I hope this magazine can be a part of that tradition.