Him


 I see him again.

"What is he doing here?" my brain asked.

"You tell me." I snapped. "Isn't this your doing?"

"I haven't thought about him in years." my brain fumbled for an explanation. Yet, here he was, hijacking my sub-conscious. I wondered about the possibility of him trying to reach nooks and crannies of my mind to search for something. Is this the plot of a new James Bond movie?

"Do we have to talk to him?" I asked. Should we acknowledge an intruder or lie low?

"I suppose he would reach out. Your headspace is not exactly a walk in the park." my brain was being a smart-mouth.

"You're welcome!" Complication is my defense-mechanism. "Are we in a party?" I looked around at the sea of faceless guests, laughing, drinking.


"It would appear so," my brain tried to apply some soothing piano jazz in the background. So this IS a plot of a new James Bond movie. There was also some incoherent banter and clinking of glasses or silverware. The room, I noticed, was beautiful and huge. In fact, this is probably the scene of a lot of high-profile crimes. Where is my brain going with this?

"Pretty girl at 11 o'clock." I whispered. Where is the waiter? Where was my champagne?


"Is she a vamp?" my brain was scanning her luscious hair and thigh-high slit. Her red lipstick and smoky eyes more than made up for her facelessness.

I was hungry too. For food. The girl may have been drop-dead gorgeous but beauty does not feed the stomach. My eyes searched for any tray of entrees being floated around by stewards donning black and white and sporting the same Salvador Dali moustaches. But in all this chaos and vastness, the man had vanished. I slowly turned to find my brain still drooling over dream Jessica Rabbit.

"She's more likely a distraction." I attempted to kick-start my brain again.

"A what? What distraction? Hey, where's the guy?" Evidently all machines can be shut down and rebooted.

"Exactly." I retorted with a mouthful of delicious nothing.

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