Full Circle (Wherefore art thou <insert name>?)

A gentle mizzle fell on my cheeks as Phil and I entered the gardens. I made my way toward the same sandstone bench on which we sat in my dream – only now it’s vacant. A mirthless smile came to my lips as I strolled around the grounds.

Phil’s my best mate, no two ways about it. He’s the second ‘triplet’ (me being number one (and eldest) and our mutual friend Larice number 3). He’s arguably the closet thing I have to a brother, and a fellow Machiavellian. It’s not quite trouble with a capital ‘T’, but last time we were here together we kinda raised hell. But that’s another story…

An uneasy silence was only partially filled with the din of thunder. Then I felt the horse’s hoofs in my chest rising to the gallop, though now in double time.

“You haven’t told her, have you?”

The sadness in my eyes belies that I have not, yet I’ve thought of nothing else.

“It’s not the kind of thing you can tack onto Oh, and by the way …” I proceeded to spell it out for him. Saying it aloud for the first time and hearing it back makes it sound farcical.

“You want Rachel, but you want Girl B?” Phil minces an uncomfortable smile. “He-ey, Hey, Sha-la-la, He-ey, Hey, Sha-la-la”

I push an ironic humph from my nose “Something like that. There could be a thousand rainy days where I’d knock on the door. She could slam the door in my face. And I’d try again on day 1001, 1002, 1003 ...”

End Part II​

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