Mixed Doubles

by John Schoneboom

Evil Julian instructed the King to send him at once and put him in full command. Julian was clear eyed and had what it took to sacrifice millions of lives for his own comfort and that of his elite friends. He was here, he was now, he was all. But where was Helen? Indeed, why was Helen?

Ah, there she is, thought Julian. How easily I can see right through her shabby designs. I, who set in motion the first of the new dynasty of money-kings; I, who receive secret and confidential letters from Chamberlain's under-secretary who insists I must have a free hand in the colonies.

"Hi there Helen," he said aloud. "How intriguing it is to see you again."

As he approached her, something unwarranted happened. It was as if a rift had torn through space-time itself, as if in response to the hellish resonance of a mistaken-for Helen and the bloody stains on Julian's lying soul.

"Nooooo!" they screamed as the world was rent in half. It would appear that somebody else would have to impose an indemnity of two and a half million francs on the Chaouyas tribes and bombard Casablanca. So it goes.
Evil Julian instructed the King to send him at once and put him in full command. Julian was clear eyed and had what it took to sacrifice millions of lives for his own comfort and that of his elite friends. He was here, he was now, he was all. But where was Helen? Indeed, why was Helen?

Ah, there she is, thought Julian. How easily I can see right through her shabby designs. I, who set in motion the first of the new dynasty of money-kings; I, who receive secret and confidential letters from Chamberlain's under-secretary who insists I must have a free hand in the colonies.

"Hi there Helen," he said aloud. "How intriguing it is to see you again."

As he approached her, something unwarranted happened. It was as if a rift had torn through space-time itself, as if in response to the hellish resonance of a mistaken-for Helen and the bloody stains on Julian's lying soul.

"Nooooo!" they screamed as the world was rent in half. It would appear that somebody else would have to impose an indemnity of two and a half million francs on the Chaouyas tribes and bombard Casablanca. So it goes.
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