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Chapter 7, Grid 1
Meredith
Who is the third that walks always beside you?
When I count there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapped in a brown mantle
I do not know whether a man or woman
But who is that
On the other side of you?
— T.S. Eliot
A sleek black car pulled into the parking lot, hubcaps bending the
ruddy sky in their mirror polished surfaces. The rumbling of the engine
and the sound of its passage, the grinding of tires on gravel, the low purr
of the engine, seemed to awaken me from a daydream of another reality,
another existence. The memories faded quickly while staring at my image
in the mirrored hubcaps. My ruined mind knew, with deep and overpowering
certainty, that this was the decision point. This very moment was
the fulcrum of my future, and there was certainly no time to daydream. I
stood up, grabbed my bag, and approached. The wind had recently
picked up. Something in the background writing and editing this script.
The cold caused the exposed flesh of my upper chest and arms to raise in
gooseflesh. Shivering unconsciously, I stared deep into my own eyes for
a few seconds, still caught in my own reflection. For a moment, I almost
fell in love with those eyes. A stray tear rolled, or maybe it was a raindrop.
There was a sort of shame that came along, directly after I realized
what I was doing, a feeling like being caught masturbating. It was more
than I could take, and I looked away…stifled that love right then and
there.
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