“Third Life” / A Memorable Fancy #142

I am my own image. I appear in front of me blurred like a hologram, or as sharp as in a mirror. I raise an arm. It raises an arm. I smile. It smiles. I turn around. I believe that it, too, turns around and we are back to back. But what if it doesn’t turn? What if it remains staring at my back, perhaps planning what to do, how to attack?

I whip around suddenly and there it is, putting me on again, smiling. I smile back.


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