Who else I might have been

Without any pain, I separated into two. I was in both of them; from one I looked my other I in the eye. We both looked at each other calmly from our blue eyes for a moment but then knew that we had to go on with our lives. One of me turned around and found himself at a dark metro station, walked down the stairs and caught a train to destination unread. The other one of me watched the other disappear, turned around and found himself somewhere entirely different – in a green meadow, in the golden sheen of slanted sunbeams. I knew then that I’d also gone to a different time. I could no longer see my twin, even though I knew that he now was walking up the stairs in the London house where a woman was about to open the door for him, kiss him and pull him in. Behind that door, I knew, was a cozy apartment, but also danger lurking in the form of a black shadow of someone. My other self by now had become airborne quite naturally and was floating away over the meadow, was about to cross a willow-lined creek and would then rise some more to overcome the wooded hills in the background.

– Niebla ( © 2008 )

Written for Sunday Scribblings #102 / smorgasbord (“Who else I might have been”) and Totally Optional Prompts (“Get surreal”).