
Something weird was happening. I just didn’t know what. Since we left Dad, life was odd. We moved three times in twelve years. And each time, Harold was there too.
Mum promised to explain, now I was old enough. She met me in a motorway services, with Harold in tow.
“We’re on the run from the Mafia,” she said. “Your father crossed them.”
Harold gave me a bracelet. A transmitter, so he and other agents could always locate me. He told me to be wary of doubles, people who looked like friends but were really bad guys.
I mean, what would you do? This was my mother.
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Intriguing stuff, Neil.
Looks like Mum’s the word!
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Thanks. I liked the quip
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Dear Neil,
Quite the predicament.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The secret is always figuring out who to believe
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Is Harold with the bad guys?
The transmitter tells the mafia their location…
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Are there any bad guys at all?
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What would you do, indeed! Intriguing and left me wondering if he hadn’t been hoodwinked my his mother and Harold!
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I’m glad you wondered that, Susan
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I read a true story like this. The person was on the run their entire life and discovered when she was in her late twenties that it was all a weird delusion from the guy who was “Harold” in your story. Her mother totally believed this guy and spent her entire life waiting to join the shadow world…
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Truth can be stranger than fiction
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Yes, it can
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Scary stuff. A page from Henry Hill’s life.
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Thanks, Joshua. I scare myself sometimes
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Oh well done, Neil. What would you do indeed? Not your everyday happening!
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Thanks, Dale. Yes, the narrator is trapped
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WITSEC isn’t doing a very good job.
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WITSEC are part of the “bad guys”
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Uh-oh.
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I can see the tagline to the movie or novel now – ‘You won’t know who to believe.’ A dilemma no doubt.
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And you know, life can be a bit like that
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Well done. Poor guy! You wonder if, in the end, it really matters who he believes. He’ll just have to live his life as best he can.
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Thanks, Christine. Now that’s interesting. Most people think knowing the truth is important
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Quid est veritas?
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It’s whatever the person with the loudest voice or the most persuasive story says it is. For a while
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You never know who you can trust! Well done! 🙂
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Not even your Mum. Thanks, Courtney
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Exactly!!!
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Neil, my mother will tell you that I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told and I think this would be a case in point.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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But she’s been on the run all her life. She’s not the person she might have become without the sense of threat
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I would refuse the bracelet. If the mafia haven’t found me yet, the risk is minimal.
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Maybe she will.
But maybe not
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Could be a load of baloney Mum made up for leaving Dad and being a useless parent. Bit elaborate though. Interesting take Neil
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Or Mum could be a little confused
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A transmitter? Time to run again.
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Assuming, of course, he really has installed a transmitter, or even knows how to do that
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Ouch.. how can you really separate bad from good… maybe there’s a bit of both in every one… but I would be wary of transmitters. On the other hand these days it just takes your a piece of software on your smartphone.
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Thanks, Bjorn
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If you can’t trust your mum who can you trust?
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And there you have her terror
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Is this a Mommy Dearest story? So many possibilities!
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Thanks, Linda. Pick an ending you like
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I didn’t quite get the last line Neil. Does this mean that his Mom is a double, or does he think that he is a double, or this is just his way of saying that his Mom, like all parents at that age, pretends to be his friend but is really his enemy (teenage angst basically)?
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Wow! I didn’t think the paranoia that far. In my mind he’s telling her to trust her mother and him, but nobody else. And she thinks he’s nuts, but if her Mum believes it …….
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*she’ is a double, not *he*
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Quite a predicament. Who’d you trust? Mom or the guy who gives a tracer?
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I didn’t see that reading of the story at all. I love it
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I really like the way you get the child’s voice, a mix of frustration and resignation. It’s not great to have a weirdo for a mother, even if she is a harmless fantasist.
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Thanks, Jilly. I’m not so sure Mum’s delusions are harmless
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It’s not a decision I’d wish to be faced with! Nice one
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Thanks, Keith. Yes, iit’s one of the worst decisions anyone can be called on to make
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Is he sure it’s Harold – and what about Mum?
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Nobody’s sure about anything, apart from those filled with terrible certainty
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Its his mum. Gotta do what’s right.
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What if her mum is crazier than a box of frogs?
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Who’s buffing who, Intriguing.As for me, I would pin the transmitter to a bin lorry.
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What if Mum’s right?
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Where there is Mafia there are doubles and no trusting. It will soon be running for your MC, I guess.
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She’s fleet of foot
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Intriguing, maybe Harold is a double? Or what about his mother? Quite the dilemma and an enjoyable story! =)
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Thanks, Brenda. The terror comes from not being sure but having to decide
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Such a difficult situation! Great job.
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Thanks, Lisa
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Very frightening indeed when you don’t know who to trust, especially if there are doppelgangers involved.
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Thanks, Susan. It may be even more troubling for her if she decides there are no doppelgangers
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I think we’ve all been there in some way, facing terrible uncertainty and having to make a decision.
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Perhaps not in such an extreme form, but yes. That’s why we can identify with her
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And what happened to poor Dad? I mean they left him and are on the run, but did he meet a bad end? A story that leaves us thinking.
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Nobody knows what happened to Dad. And nobody asks
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Fair enough.
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This reminded me of a story where the bloke was totally deluded and convinced the woman to run all their lives. The kids suffered as a result until they were old enough to discover the truth, I don’t think the mother ever discovered she’s been duped into becoming part of this man’s fantasy. Nice one Neil
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Thanks Michael. That’s pretty much the story, yes
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Growing up in such a situation would (almost) guarantee one to have trust issues as an adult. Thought provoking story.
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Thanks, Margarisa. Yes, it’s hard for her to work out what’s real
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The last lines left me wondering because you are not the type of writer to just thrown any-old sentence in. Is there an issue with Mama? Or Harold? Hmmm.
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Yes. They may be paranoic
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Scary story, but really fits the picture. I’m not sure if it is good they waited until the narrator was older ‘enough’ or not. Hope they were watching him/her like a hawk before. Great story.
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Thanks so much. They were definitely watching like a hawk. Still are
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