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To my surprise when I got home I found her bicycle leaning against my
gate but there was no sign of her. I called her out but I didn’t get a
response. I thought that maybe she jumped over the gate and had gone to
the back yard. I opened the gate and brought her bike in. It was as strange
as her owner: chromed and polished. I think they called those ‘schwinns’ or
something like that. In Puerto Rico we call them burras grandes (big sheasses).
She had many objects on the handlebar. They were all more or less
related to UFOs: little men that looked like extraterrestrials, the space
shuttle, military planes, and a little globe painted like it was Earth. They all
made up a strange combination, but if you think about, the meant
something. The most interesting thing was that in the center of the handle
bar she had a little version of the Enterprise from “Star Trek”.
I still couldn’t find her. I searched around the house but nothing. I went
inside, and though it may seem absurd, I looked for her there too. I sat
down on the stairs in the back to think and wait. I suddenly heard
someone’s laugh. It came from a tree that’s in the back of the house and in
front of where I was sitting. This startled me as did the seed that fell on my
feet. I looked up and saw something moving. I had to be Helena. I called
her name and she answered: “I’m up here, come up”. I tried to go up but
couldn’t at first. With great effort I got up to where she was but I stopped
when I came up close to her. Though she now looked like a different
person it was indeed her. She didn’t look anything like the woman from the
day before. I asked if she was sure she was the one from yesterday.
- Of course. I’m the same on the inside. – She replied in a very
particular way.
- But your hair was longer, almost down to your waist and now it’s
blond and short. – I said.
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