Lift your right arm, she said. I lifted my right arm. Lift your left arm, she said. I lifted my left arm. Both of my arms were up. Put down your right arm, she said. I put it down. Put down your left arm, she said. I did. Lift your right arm, she said. I obeyed. Put down your right arm. I did. Lift your left arm. I lifted it. Put down your left arm. I did. Silence. I stood there, both arms down, waiting for her next command. After a while I got impatient and said, what next. Now it's your turn to give the orders, she said. All right, I said. Tell me to lift my right arm.
Where Is She?
- by Peter Cherches36
Where is she, I wondered, when she wasn't there. If she's not here she could be anywhere. She could be anywhere and not alone. I began to imagine the worst. At every imagining I thought I had imagined the worst, then I imagined something even worse. It got to the point where my imaginings no longer included her. I realized that the worst did not encompass her. As my imaginings continued, as worst superseded worst, making the preceding worst only worse, I began to forget her. As worst got worse, I forgot her more. Things were getting pretty bad, and I had almost forgotten her completely, when she reappeared.
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