New York. 1995. Summer
His literary works were fine, but Alex would still need at least one more year to finish them. The year at the University was good, good marks and, of course, Jack’s company. When he was about to return to New York, Lorraine asked him to take care of the dog during the summer. He smiled again and looked at the Labrador. Have we got any option, mate? He asked the favor to his father: two first class tickets with no questions about his mate. He would miss Lorraine badly, of course, but, who does not want to go home in summer? He has his suitcase plenty of words and illusion. Flu Project was, in a matter of fact, a metamorphose project that talked about the finest line that divides reality, fiction and literature… or, at least, that was he thought.
Jack barked twice when he saw the Statue of Liberty.
‘Good dog.’ Alex said. ‘We are home.’
When they both left the plane, one of his father’s men was waiting for them. That usually meant that his father was not in the city. Great news! He would invest all of the summer trying to finish his work.
New York. 2012. Winter
‘Basically, the idea was not to transform one person into another. How can I explain it? The idea is how a person can convert into another. In old texts, you can get this by drinking the blood of the other person… in other words, taking his soul’.
‘Was that the theme of the book?’
Lorraine turns back and continues smoking. How many cigarettes have you smoked yet? As she can read my mind, she looks at me and smiles and answers.
‘Do you think I can die smoking? Death is the stranger event in our whole life. Why not imagine death as our lover? Doing it, we would try to prolong their days, giving them a small breath… Everything is in our dreams, John.’
‘Have you got children, Lorraine?’
Paris, about 15 years before
She came Alex’ attic involved on tears, so dismayed than she could hardly breathe. Jack tried to console her, but she moved him away. After half an hour, she began to be calmed at last.
‘I don’t want to have it, Alex’. She finally said. Alex suspected it weeks ago. ‘François is happy, I know. I cannot do it to him… but I must do it for me, Alex. What might I do? I am young; might I lose all in my life? Might I destroy everything I want?’
Alex stood up and listened to her. It was the first time he saw Lorraine without her mask. Then, he could see Lorraine using all her weapons.
‘I’ve thought it tens of times. Why can I be with a boy like you? Can you help me, Alex?’
Suddenly, he got the idea and smiled: the flu will produce a new living being inside, a new creature.
‘Our relationship is broken, Alex. You know?’ And she false caressed his face, his false and fake face.
The creature would grow for eight days. After that… the deepest dream.
**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid http://yareah.com/?cat=293