- RDP Tuesday: Dopplegänger
The woman walking towards me on that empty street late last night
had my crooked jaw, my broken smile and my dark and empty eyes.
She was even dragging her right foot a little which something I do when I am tired.
I like the sound my toe makes when it scrapes along the pavement. I wear out a lot of
shoes that way.
But I do like that sound and it’s worth the cost of new shoes.
I wondered, as we got closer to each other who would speak first, what would we say?
Or would we stop and face each other nose to nose and laugh? Would we gasp in
wonder or maybe fear?
Or maybe, without saying a word, would we agree that the
other did not exist?
That we were alone on that sidewalk in the middle of the night?
She stopped and so did I.
” You’re not real. ” I said
” You’re not real ” she replied.
” Who’s there? someone with our stolen ( and it must have been stolen ) voice said
just above whisper.
The woman looked at me and I looked at her and we both insisted:
” Me. I’m here. ” said the woman
” Me. I’m here. ” I told her.
” Well for heaven sakes, lower your voices. You might wake her up and then none of – ”
The woman walking towards me on that empty street late last night
had my crooked jaw, my broken smile and my dark and empty eyes.
She was even dragging her right foot a little which something I do when I am tired.