The Man With Two Names

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The Man With Two Names

By R.Andrew

     Dedicated to those who say I'm weird for going by Richard and Andrew...
 

     Solomon Thomas Freemont was in a predicament as he stared at his two replica-selves. On his right stood Solomon, wild-eyed with slow wheezing breaths, and on his left stood a scared, bewildered Thomas. The two were just in a huge argument with Solomon Thomas, in regards as to who of the two were his actual self. Over the years, people were accustomed to calling Solomon Thomas either of the two names and over the years he had became accustomed to dividing pieces of his personality into each name. As Solomon, he was free to be himself. He was confident, fun, and felt like owning the world. However, as Thomas, he was reserved, shy, and waited as he watched opportunities fly past him. Moments ago, as he washed his face in the bathroom sink, Solomon Thomas noticed something strange happening to his skin. His heart raced as he watched his flesh rip apart and separate into two extra copies of himself. Solomon stared at Thomas with a satisfying smile. “I told you it would work, dear Thomas, all it took was a forceful push.” Thomas let out a faint yelp of fatigue.

      “How can this be?” said Solomon Thomas, weak-kneed and falling to the floor.

      “Simple,” said Solomon, “We got tired of the confusion. Are we three, or are we one? Who is real? Which one is nuts? You did not decide, this is your fault! So, therefore, we made the choice.” Both replicas walked out the bathroom door, leaving Solomon Thomas lying on the floor, feeling as though his soul had been torn apart, as though he was nothing but a lonely shell of flesh and mind. Upon reaching the front door, both replicas departed their separate ways, and neither looked back to say a farewell to the other.

      Meanwhile, Solomon Thomas laid on the bathroom floor for what seemed like an hour, until a thought came to his mind, “I must get them back!”