Episode 16

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today I decided to fly to China. So I strapped on my wings and stuck out my tail and took off from the roof of my house. I landed shortly thereafter, and I paused and reflected on the sidewalk, right before it came up and smacked me in the face. And everything went black. When I awoke, I felt as if I were in heaven. For leaning over me, was that face…that one true love of mine…the blond native had returned. She was beautiful. I was speechless. She was a little wrinkled. I didn’t care. I had found her at last. The music rises. I was lying on a hospital bed, in the middle of the city. And somehow she had come from Fiji, all the way to see me, or so I had assumed. But then I paused and reflected on this, and realized, she didn’t seem to recognize me. Perhaps it was because I was covered in bandages. We will assume that was the reason. Apparently I had been revived by true love’s kiss. Or so I assumed. That would be the only way I was not dead right now. For I realized, I could not fly.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.