Mixed Doubles

by John Schoneboom

False Helen hadn't done anything wrong and in any case she was here now. A tiny island in the middle of an enormous ocean. Was any of this actually happening? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, if she was honest with herself she knew full well that what we are is in part what we pretend to be, only not in the way that we think.

Her reverie was interrupted when the door of the cabin was breached and in walked Julian, carrying a jar of finely chopped porridge fruits and the smell of the sea.

"The house rules are pinned to the notice board," she said, feeling like a rubber Helen that didn't contain any nerves.

What if, thought Helen suddenly, I am not the most real Helen but I am the most real somebody else?

She grabbed the daydreaming Julian and smooched him for all she was worth.

They lived happily together for at least the next five months.
False Helen hadn't done anything wrong and in any case she was here now. A tiny island in the middle of an enormous ocean. Was any of this actually happening? While she perhaps didn't think of herself as false, exactly, if she was honest with herself she knew full well that what we are is in part what we pretend to be, only not in the way that we think.

Her reverie was interrupted when the door of the cabin was breached and in walked Julian, carrying a jar of finely chopped porridge fruits and the smell of the sea.

"The house rules are pinned to the notice board," she said, feeling like a rubber Helen that didn't contain any nerves.

What if, thought Helen suddenly, I am not the most real Helen but I am the most real somebody else?

She grabbed the daydreaming Julian and smooched him for all she was worth.

They lived happily together for at least the next five months.
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