Alex apartment. Phase I
Someone was knocking at the door. Old Michael hung up the phone immediately. Outside, the female voice sounded clear.
‘Dr Mirror? Do you want still to play, don’t you? Then, we must go. A taxi is waiting for us.’
Alex didn’t need to take a look through the peephole. He knew the girl and even his name: Lorraine. The nausea had gone and he felt strangely well, even lively. He took his double-breasted jacket, a distinguished sign of old better times and he left his old undistinguished life.
Once in the taxi, and after a deep smile, she wasn’t surprised of his face or appearance.
‘Here is your passport, John. May I call you John from now?’
‘I suppose so, Lorraine.’ I answered. He opened the passport and everything was fine, even the photo with his exact face.
‘Nice job, true? We take care about our interest, John.’
The taxi continued through the streets and he didn’t need much more information to know their destiny: the JFK airport.
‘What do you think about the novel, John? I would like to know your sincerest opinion. We know you tried to be a writer some years ago’
‘How did you get that information?’ He asked in a very friendly way.
‘We did homework, John. You were not a political, you were elected by merit.’
‘It’s a strange piece of… nothing. Everything in the novel is strange, even the structure, even the characters. How can a man live many lives in one? I understand now why the novel was a complete failure.’
‘You might answer your own question, Dr Mirror. Don’t you remember the Manhattan room and the flu?’
She opened the window. The taxi driver mumbled something but, after taking her a look, he kept silent. Who doesn’t want to believe in reincarnation and to come back converted into a wonderful woman? Alex could see the planes overflying the airport. At this point, Lorrain took a syringe.
‘We are going to go to Europe. We must prevent a thrombosis. Blood is important, isn’t it?’
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**Fake Game. Serial novel by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com