Thin Places. Lesley Choyce

Thin Places - Lesley Choyce


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that good or bad?

      You look like a normal girl.

      I’m not really.

      Not really what?

      Normal, I mean not

      normal in the normal sense.

      Why?

      We should get to know

      each other first.

      Polite Introductions and Such

      I said

      I have to sit down

      So I found bench

      sat down

      and tried to remember

      how to breathe.

      I’ve scared you

      she said. Sorry.

      No.

      I mean yes.

      I knew this would be confusing for you.

      How did you know?

      I know because I know you.

      I’ve known you for quite a while.

      How can that be?

      It will be hard to explain.

      Try.

      Let me start by saying

      it took a long time to make this connection

      this bridge.

      I looked around, my mind reeling.

      What bridge?

      The one between me and you.

      It’s how you can hear me

      see me.

      None of this was happening out loud.

      It was all in my head.

      But when I closed my eyes again

      I could still see her clearly.

      How do you do this?

      I built the bridge

      to be with you.

      Why me?

      And I guess I must have said that out loud because

      guys from school were walking by and they

      looked at me like I was crazy.

      Weirdo

      one said.

      Nutjob

      said the other.

      Rattled

      Yes, rattled.

      I wanted the girl

      the girl voice

      the girl image

      to leave me alone

      so I could think straight.

      Do you want me to go?

      she said.

      No.

      Yes.

      Wait.

      Can you read my thoughts?

      Yes.

      But …

      I know. But it’s okay.

      I know you.

      But I don’t know you.

      You will.

      If you let me.

      And then

      she was gone

      and the voice in my head

      (my own voice)

      was just me saying

      What the hell is going on?

      Boy Alone on a Park Bench

      I’ve often felt lonely but this was worse.

      This was alone alone. Exponentially alone.

      And I didn’t understand why.

      I felt like someone had pulled the plug

      that made me me.

      I needed to talk to a flesh-and-blood type human being.

      So I called Jonesy.

      John Jones is his real name but everyone calls him

      Jonesy.

      He is smart and sad; that’s his thing.

      He gets an A in every class

      even in math and chemistry

      but he’s never happy with himself or with the world.

      You look at him and wonder what he is thinking

      why he seems so unhappy.

      When he answers his cell phone he just says

      Ullo.

      Just like that.

      And it’s like he’s expecting bad news.

      Ullo.

      Jonesy, it’s me.

      Deck?

      What’s wrong?

      I explained about the voice in my head.

      It’s really a girl’s voice?

      Yeah and I can see her too.

      What’s she look like?

      Normal. But kind of hot.

      Normal but hot. Hmm.

      I think I’m losing it.

      I think I’ve gone over the edge.

      I know the feeling.

      It passes.

      What should I do?

      Is she still there

      in your head I mean?

      No, she thinks she scared me.

      So she left.

      Where’d she go?

      I dunno.

      Think she’ll come back?

      I hope so. I got a lot of questions.

      Deck?

      What?

      You’re either mentally ill

      or very lucky.

      Testing One Two Three

      Yes, that’s what I heard her saying

      in the middle of my dream.

      Is it okay to be here?

      she asked in the middle of a dream.

      I had been dreaming about being on a boat that was on fire.

      Then you are just part of my imagination

      I said.

      Well yes and no.

      Which is it?

      I have to explain about the bridge first.

      Right, the bridge.

      This is an experiment.

      Being here in your dream.

      What is this? Some kind of science project?

      No. Of course not.

      Declan, you sound angry.

      No. Sorry. It’s just that


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