I was working in a small open air shop, in an extremely crowded bazaar when a man dressed like Colonel Sanders came up to me and said 'you're needed'.
I motioned towards the shop and the crowds and he said 'leave it, come on.'
I don't think I followed him because he disappeared into the crowd, but I knew where to go.
I started down this dusty crowded dirt road. For some reason I couldn't walk very well. I was lame.
I arrived at this large open air tent, without sides. It was busy here too, but not like at the bazaar or on the road.
It was dirt floor and dusty but no one had dust on themselves or trouble seeing or breathing.
Colonel Sanders reappeared and pointed to a bench for me to sit down. there were lots of other people milling around but I was glad he was getting me a seat.
The bench was full of Doctors and lawyers and statesmen and other men of importance. It was all men.
They all had to shift down one so I could take a seat.
Colonel Sanders disappeared again. I sat for a few minutes then noticed all the people milling about were black. And, almost most all of them were women and children, except you only knew they were children because they were small.
I noticed one particularly old black women milling about so I stood up and offered her my seat, which she took.
I stood for a few minutes then they called my name. Colonel Sanders re appeared and we shuffled into the centre of the tent. There was a massive ancient central pole, like six telephone poles, in the centre holding the tent up. There were very very few people her, but some.
An older black woman and a younger one appeared with Colonel Sanders and handed him what appeared to be the mirror out of a cars large rear view mirror assembly. He showed it to me and said ' she wants you to put all her sons pictures on it.' It wasn't said, but I knew her son was handicapped, both mentally and physically.
The older woman started slowly walking, circling within her large tent with a small entourage following her, conducting her business.
I handled the bit of glass, flipped it over and over and then said 'its just a mirror.'
The younger woman said 'look at your reflection.'
I did and there was no reflection.
She took it back, touched the end and showed me my reflection. She stood beside me, and framed both of us in the mirror.
'Smile' she said.
She then touched a different part of the mirror, and showed me a mirror image of me looking at and examining the mirror and her and I smiling at the mirror.
They were pictures, but more than pictures. They were the reflections the mirror had seen.
She handed the mirror back to me and said 'she wants all of my brothers pictures on this. Can you do it?'
I flipped it over and over and over. There were no connections no ports, nothing. It was just a mirror, but more than a mirror.
By this time the older woman had completed one semi random circling within the tent with her entourage.
She stopped to hear my answer.
'Well. I've never seen anything like this, but I've got a playbook and an ipad. But, well, I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before'.
The sound of lamenting came from somewhere and the older woman and her entourage continued their business and shuffling about the tent.
The younger woman frowned at me and took the mirror device back.
'no wait, wait' I said and tried to catch up to the older woman, but found I just could not walk. I looked on in frustration as the older woman and her entourage disappeared out of site.
The younger woman put her arm around my waist and turned me around the other way.
'Come on' she said, 'we will catch her coming this way.'
The entourage appeared then everyone melted away except for me and the mother.
I opened my arms up, and she hers. We embraced and hugged and hugged and hugged.
'I try.' I said. 'I'll try'.
We cried and and cried and cried.
Its twelve noon and I'm still crying. Must be the steroids.
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