A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

We danced in the sun on a summer day, ignoring everybody else until Fiona ’s phone chimed an alarm. It was six in the evening and she had places to be, but we exchanged phone numbers. All the way back home, the impossible song we danced to reverberated inside my heart, responding to her flowery bright smiles and those hazel eyes inspiring joy. I didn’t often daydream, but it was good to feel this attraction again, new love. My past filled in with memories of youthful growth, from the first stolen kiss testing boundaries of friendship, to the first awkward exploration of sexuality. It was traditional in every respect, and in that sense, boring, until Fiona. She was a spell cast on me by what I believed to be an angel. This fantasy had drawbacks, as when lost in thought I walked right into someone rushing elsewhere at an incredible pace. It was a girl. We collided at a corner, sending our bags to the ground. They were not the same make, and did not get mixed up. That was a repeated twist...

Here is your author yet again, at the rickety table, giving me a voice. He has a bottle of wine open and aims to consume it all this one night. It is a Friday, but like many of his kind, he shuts himself away to be with fictional beings, rather than connect to someone real. These are his thoughts channeled into me, Finn. I don’t want to talk about his depressing tales. I should be leading him to write me a story, but could it be any good while I know he’s the one writing it? That’s his question, not mine. If I could have one thing, separate minds would be ideal, or … who? Who is she? The image of a face flickers inside J’s mind. Why does he keep me away from there? Out of all the places he could choose, why there? Give me something to do, J! Let me visit that island with that girl and Jeremy again. I had such a fun time there. What was her name again? I have a strange inkling that it started with an F. No, J tells me it was Kara. She had a nice story, leaping between worlds. Why was I ...