“The Double” / Memorable Fancies #610

     Old legends tell us that we each have a double – someone who looks like us, acts like us. If you meet your double, your Doppelgänger, the legends say, you will die.      I met my double last week, but I didn’t die. He did. The legends hadn’t been very clear about that. <END>      If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here or in StumbleUpon, Reddit, Facebook, or other social websites.      Subscriptions to this blog are available at … [Read more...]

“The Fame of M. Everett Donning” / Memorable Fancies #472

      M. Everett Donning is famous on three continents, but he doesn’t know why. He’s been successful in business, but who would care about that? “Are you the M. Everett Donning?” many people approach him at social events and ask.      “Perhaps,” he says, “That’s my name, so I suppose so.”      Then they say, “I’m honored to meet you, sir.”      Great achievements are mentioned, always vaguely. “I don’t remember quite where I heard of you, but I’m highly flattered to be speaking with … [Read more...]

“The Parallel Life” / A Memorable Fancy / #298

[“Had I another life! Another lifetime! … Or, what is better, a parallel life. Simultaneous with this.”  – Joyce Carol Oates] It’s like having an identical twin, y’know, or a clone; my parallel life, I mean. But that’s not quite it: it’s my parallel self, alright, but it’s not really me. Pete-2’s done quite a few things I haven’t and vice versa, after the big split – that happened the day he took that transfer to Atlanta and I turned it down. I hadn’t married yet back then, and it was … [Read more...]

“Madeleine’s Party” / A Memorable Fancy #007

At Madeleine’s party: an unexpected face, my likeness, my double. A twin I never knew? I spoke to it. It looked at me as if trying to place me from its album of ignored people. I spoke again. It turned away. Madeleine, desperate to promote sociability, touched its arm. “You remember Herbert, here, don’t you, Herbert?” … [Read more...]

“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.   … [Read more...]