Mixed Doubles

by John Schoneboom

Finally, a well-deserved holiday on an exotic faraway island for Real Helen. She felt a mixture of anxiety and hopefulness regarding meeting Julian after all their correspondence, but there was no stopping it now. She might as well stop worrying and give it a chance. At the very least, it was a great comfort to feel as absolutely real as anything possibly could.

She had already gotten to the cabin and settled in when he knocked on the door. In perambulated Julian carrying a small guitar and a box containing his latest watercolor works.

They eyed each other up. Would they be nice?

If there was one thing Helen felt assured about, it was her own genuine selfhood. If anyone was looking for her and saw her, they'd say it is she and none other. So she observed Julian quite keenly when he finally looked up and their eyes met.

"Hello," said Julian, admiring the neatly folded stack of socks he had just put into the proper drawer. "It's Helen, isn't it?"

He was so odd and insufferable that she felt her inner bully begin to stir. They were married by nightfall. It wasn't long before they had fled that place for untold adventures, until his little habits caused her to run screaming into the woods, so alone, forever more.
Finally, a well-deserved holiday on an exotic faraway island for Real Helen. She felt a mixture of anxiety and hopefulness regarding meeting Julian after all their correspondence, but there was no stopping it now. She might as well stop worrying and give it a chance. At the very least, it was a great comfort to feel as absolutely real as anything possibly could.

She had already gotten to the cabin and settled in when he knocked on the door. In perambulated Julian carrying a small guitar and a box containing his latest watercolor works.

They eyed each other up. Would they be nice?

If there was one thing Helen felt assured about, it was her own genuine selfhood. If anyone was looking for her and saw her, they'd say it is she and none other. So she observed Julian quite keenly when he finally looked up and their eyes met.

"Hello," said Julian, admiring the neatly folded stack of socks he had just put into the proper drawer. "It's Helen, isn't it?"

He was so odd and insufferable that she felt her inner bully begin to stir. They were married by nightfall. It wasn't long before they had fled that place for untold adventures, until his little habits caused her to run screaming into the woods, so alone, forever more.
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