Mixed Doubles

by John Schoneboom

False Helen hadn't done anything wrong and in any case she was here now. A faraway paradise. Was any of this actually happening? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, she couldn't in all honesty deny that she might be an ersatz version of someone else, someone she perhaps should have been.

Her reverie was interrupted when the window of the cabin was breached and in walked Julian, carrying a jar of finely chopped porridge fruits and the smell of the sea.

"If that's what your feet always smell like I do hope you'll take careful note of our scrubbing bucket on the back porch," she said, trying to locate a self amid the web of constructed desires, preferences, and beliefs that comprised her qualities.

What if, thought Helen suddenly, I am not the most real Helen but I am the most real somebody else?

She grabbed the idling Julian and hugged him for no reason.

They lived happily together for some not inconsiderable period of time thereafter.
False Helen hadn't done anything wrong and in any case she was here now. A faraway paradise. Was any of this actually happening? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, she couldn't in all honesty deny that she might be an ersatz version of someone else, someone she perhaps should have been.

Her reverie was interrupted when the window of the cabin was breached and in walked Julian, carrying a jar of finely chopped porridge fruits and the smell of the sea.

"If that's what your feet always smell like I do hope you'll take careful note of our scrubbing bucket on the back porch," she said, trying to locate a self amid the web of constructed desires, preferences, and beliefs that comprised her qualities.

What if, thought Helen suddenly, I am not the most real Helen but I am the most real somebody else?

She grabbed the idling Julian and hugged him for no reason.

They lived happily together for some not inconsiderable period of time thereafter.
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