She really didn't know what to think. She was sitting there,
all covered with doubts. Is this me?
A metaphorical mirror was put in front of her minutes ago.
Minutes? It felt like hours. Weeks. Years.
Maybe it was. Maybe that was all she was.
Thinking back she can remember other things. Happiness.
Companionship. But her memory was never a trustworthy
thing.
And in that instant of realizing, she was re born. A new
thing. Something she always was.
And that little itching, somewhere in the back of her head.
Somewhere in the lower regents of her spine. Nothing that
can be located. Just a glimpse. Like seeing something that
isn't supposed to be there in the corner of your eye; when
you turn to look it's gone. It was never there. Just a trick
of the mind, of light and shade.
Maybe that's what life is all about. It's nothing real. We
eat, we sleep. We talk, we sense. But everything beyond.
Everything that drives people to live on, to achieve, to
dream - it's all just a trick of the mind. A game evolution
plays on us. A giggle for god.
After being out for what seemed like forever, waiting for
her apparently imaginary friend to arrive at the place they
set, she went back home. Her worm, safe home. Shy cried. For
no good reason except she felt like crying. No emotion comes
with her tears, they're only fake.
-There are no fake tears, only fake people who fake tears.
Suddenly it seemed logical to call him again. She picked up
the phone and dialed the number. She found it in the phone
book. She could never remember it.
-Hello?
A woman's voice. How odd.
-Um, hi. Is he there?
-Sorry, he can't answer right now.
Sounds in the background. The female voice is familiar, she
just couldn't remember from where. Her memory was never any
good.
-Hello?
His voice. She'd recognize it from miles.
-How are you? She asks, like they were good friends.
-I'm fine. Who is this?
A blow to the heart. After everything, he can't remember her
voice?
-It's me. You remember me.
She tried to push the hurt and anger as far back into
herself as she could.
-Oh. Well, I don't recognize voices that well. I'm sorry.
Who is this?
-Well, then. You can guess.
A smile of malice and joy on her face. It's a game, you
see.
-Oh, ha, well. Let's see...
And the names came. -No, try again.
With every name he got wrong, her anger pushed its way to
the surface.
-I'm sorry, I really don't know who I'm talking to. Why
don't you just tell me?
She could hear the smile on his face. He's trying to get to
her. He always knew how. He's trying to hurt her as much as
he can.
And it's working. With those last few words, she started
crying. Tears of pain.
-You kissed me! You said you love me!
She was burly understandable between her sobs.
The line was cut.
After a few cigarettes and a long talk with her best friend
(Who made her usual excuse for not arriving that morning)
she understood that he couldn't talk. He couldn't have said
he knew her. The woman was his sister probably, and we all
know how much him family dislikes her. So he played a game.
He will call back soon enough.
She was sitting on her favorite bench in the park, with her
best friend. Today she decided to arrive. She knew she was
in need today.
They talked and talked. Like always, about everything.
Somewhere inside there was always her jealousy of her best
friend. She was so pretty; with her deep greenish brown
eyes, and her silky black hair. When they sat like this is
the park and talked she always attracted looks from people.
Actually, no one who passed there while they talked looked
anywhere else than her (unless they were obviously trying to
look anywhere else but at her). And they looked at her in a
kind of fear, and amazement. Like everyone who comes to
close to her will get his beauty sucked out of him, and
added to her.
She was always somewhere jealous of her best friend. But she
kept her jealousy well hidden, like so many other things.
Lost in the ripples of time and a bad memory. Stored in the
place where no one dares to look.
A little boy went past them. He looked at her best friend,
and then quickly looked away. Embarrassed , afraid. Like
looking at her blinded him.
She took no notice of him. Just another one.
On her way home, she saw him. What is he doing in this part
of town? He lives right on the other side. Something was
wrong and she knew it.
She walked faster, trying to catch up with him. She needed
to talk to him. He was walking with a dog. A great big white
one. She thought he was a cat person. But maybe she didn't
know him that well. Maybe it's another trick of her memory.
She called out his name. He didn't turn around. She ran to
him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her.
He can't avoid her forever.
He looked at her in an odd way. Like he didn't know why she
was doing this. Like he didn't know anything.
She smiled, he smiled back.
-You wanted something?
-I was walking home and I saw you so I thought I'd say
hello.
-Well, hello then.
-How are you?
He looked around him, looking scared. Looking for someone.
-I'm fine thanks. I really have to go, nice seeing you.
And with that he turned around and walked away.
She understood that he was trying to hide from people around
that he knew her. Maybe this is where his sister lives.
Now she had enough. She didn't care about his sister, and
she wasn't going to let her ruin their relationship any
longer. She knew this was her last chance, and for once in
her life she took it.
Running after him, she grabbed him and hugged his bony body.
He was startled.
-I love you. She declared.
He was so helpless. So torn between her and his family. He
had to choose. He finally had to choose.
Pushing her away he said -I'm sorry. You seem like a nice
lady, but I really am in a rush.
And that was that. He chose his family. She should have
known.
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.