An old friend is Baker Acted.
I looked through the glass.
"Can he see me"?
"No, it's one way only. Better that way. He's so zoned out on the Thorazine he wouldn't know you anyway, most likely".
"Jesus. Mary, and Joseph.....he looks like sh.....he looks bad".
Yes. He's mentioned you several times. Say's you're his best friend".
"I guess I was for long time there".
"That was a long time ago....".
"He talks like it was yesterday".
"Yeah, where'd the time go? He musta had some friends since then..".
'I wouldn't call them friends. They led him down the road to ruin".
"We were both on that road".
"But you turned out fine".
"I have my demons".
"Maybe, but you are lucid, you seem very sober, and you're on this side of the glass".
"As luck might have it".
"I daresay it's more than luck".
"I think when his second wife took off with the kid...".
"You have a daughter right"?
"Yes, she lives with her Mom".
"You turned out OK".
"Yeah". I wanted to throw up....
"He's under observation for seventy two hours, after that you'll be able to talk to him".
"He needs help", I felt the tears streaming down my face.
"We'll get him into rehab, straighten him up a bit".
"That could have been me...".
'Thank God it wasn't".
"Yeah, thank God"....I felt hollow.
"He has a good friend in you".
"No. I was the worst, I let him slide and then turned my back".
"You were the last real friend he can remember, probably the last friend he had".
"He was a real talent. Still is...Take care of him Doc, and thanks for callin'".
I turned to leave, unable to look anymore.
"Come back in about a week, he'd appreciate it, I'm sure".
"Tell him I was here".
I glanced back at the glass. He was staring right at me, as if he could see.
"I think he knows".
He smiled that stupid smile of his and turned away.
"Bye, and thank you for coming down so late".
I gave the badge back to the guard and walked out to my ride, my footsteps echoed in the parking garage canyon.
"Could'a been me".......
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|Reviewed by Danny Lee Ingram
|This Hemingway style dialogue ("...White Elephants") is impressive. The glass is a "mirror" as the friend sees himself in the person beyond. Even the friend's departing footsteps have their own reflections as echoes as he walks his own path. Such choices leave the reader wondering, _On which side of the glass am I?_|
|Reviewed by Donna Chandler
|Excellent. I felt the despair of the 'friend'. Often, it could just as easily been me, is so very true.