Mixed Doubles

by John Schoneboom

False Helen had always tried to feel true and in any case she was here now. Remote island. Could this be meaningfully distinguished from a dream? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, she couldn't in all honesty claim to be entirely genuine either.

As she crinkled her forehead in consternation, her concentration was shattered by the dramatic entrance of Julian, fresh from landing 24,000 modern rifles at Larne.

His very manliness made her think 'this is not mine, this I am not, this is not myself'.

"Erm," she began, "you can eat the vegetables, if they're --"

"Cow!" shouted Julian, and immediately set off to take complete control of the French government.

Well, thought Helen, what was so damned genuine about him in the first place?

Just then he exploded back into the cabin and examined Helen from head to toe with a magnifying glass at his own leisurely pace.

"You call yourself Helen?" he shouted. "Hah!"

And with that he was away.
False Helen had always tried to feel true and in any case she was here now. Remote island. Could this be meaningfully distinguished from a dream? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, she couldn't in all honesty claim to be entirely genuine either.

As she crinkled her forehead in consternation, her concentration was shattered by the dramatic entrance of Julian, fresh from landing 24,000 modern rifles at Larne.

His very manliness made her think 'this is not mine, this I am not, this is not myself'.

"Erm," she began, "you can eat the vegetables, if they're --"

"Cow!" shouted Julian, and immediately set off to take complete control of the French government.

Well, thought Helen, what was so damned genuine about him in the first place?

Just then he exploded back into the cabin and examined Helen from head to toe with a magnifying glass at his own leisurely pace.

"You call yourself Helen?" he shouted. "Hah!"

And with that he was away.
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