Episode 5

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I was looking through my photo album today. I saw a picture I had not seen in years. It was tucked away behind another. It was of a girl I had once known. At least I assumed I knew her. If I didn’t, I wish I did. I recalled something as if it were a dream. I remembered a girl standing on a beach. She was a native…with blond hair. Maybe she wasn’t a native. There is only one way to find out. I must travel back to Fiji. Because its as far away as you can get before you start turning back. The plane ride was long. Very long. Very, very long. So long I fell asleep. And then it felt very short. How strange. Then I reflected on life. Sleep…sleep is good for you. I wondered why I had not seen it before. Without sleep I would be awake. We landed in Fiji. If you could call it landing. More like we crashed. I was searching for my luggage amongst the wreckage. When I realized, I hadn’t brought any luggage. It made me pause and reflect on how luggage is good for you. Without luggage you are but a bum. I guess I am a bum. I walked down the beach, searching for that native. But then something occurred to me. It had been thirty years. Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.