Dreamers on the Rise

She pulled a piece of what appeared to be dryer lint out of her hair, grabbing at it like you would an errant cobweb waiting to surprise you in the attic. She flung it at me, and I dodged it like it was part of a legion of fomites, transmitting germs to the innocent. I looked around me to see if anybody had caught a thread of that part of the conversation.  We were surrounded by eager eyes.  “It’s the last time we’ve been in a church.  Is there anything else you’d like to know?”