Street-parked my shining silver Lexus SUV. Forgot which one it was. Thankfully the mother and children also leaving the mess pointed it out to me.
"Where are you going?" she asked me.
"To find a mountain to jump off it."
Not wanting to annunciate any suicidal tendencies I motioned to the hang glider in the passenger side.
"Oh, that's something you would do," she responded with an awkward smile, stressing the "would."
Climbed in the car. Astonished to find I had parked facing the wrong direction, thus my SUV faced the bullets of heavy oncoming traffic.
"I will turn around in this nursing home parking lot," I decided.
Parking lots textured more textured than I remember, but manuevering that car wasn't difficult. As I exited I felt the softest touch I've ever felt on my forearm from the passenger.
I jumped in my seat because I hadn't been transporting a passenger.
"You?!"
It was, it was me. A beautiful copy.
"You must be a hallucination," she said.
"A friend!" she said.
I had already decided I was real and she the hallucination, but then again we weren't in the car anymore and the spatial qualifiers of "driver" and "passenger" ceased to help me organize myself.
What was I concerned about? I must have been someone else as I tried to seduce her. Immediately rejected I thought of a new plan.
"No one is going to think you're real! They will see me talking to you and it will just be like I'm talking to myself."
We sat among a group of friends (I guess they were friends) as I talked to myself. "Can you see her?" I yelled. "It's another me!"
No one said anything.
2 footnotes:
nice i.p.
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