Lost Reflection
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In Dennis Callaci's third book, Lost Reflection, the author has assembled seven short stories that are sewn together with characters whose reflections on the past are not to be trusted. Tug at the seams of the book to find the connective tissue—a clone of a character in one story appearing with an assumed name in the next, a reinterpretation of previous events here and again there. Or pay no mind to the lost echo searching eternally.
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Lost Reflection - Dennis Callaci
Lost Reflection
Dennis Callaci
Bamboo Dart Presswww.bamboodartpress.com
LOS ANGELES † NEW YORK † LONDON † MELBOURNE
Lost Reflection by Dennis Callaci
978-1-947240-68-1 Paperback
978-1-947240-69-8 eBook
Copyright © 2023 Dennis Callaci. All rights reserved.
First Printing 2023
Cover art by Dennis Callaci
Layout and design by Mark Givens
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Glass is missing in the door
I walk right in
I walk right in
No one stops me
I walk right in
I walk right in
I didn’t kick it
I didn’t ballbat it
I walk right in
I walk right in
The looking glass cloudy
The reflection went missing
I act like I belong here as I walk right in
I walk right in
We Have Always Been This Way
Gene had never held a baby before. Now, here he was on an Amtrak heading out to Sioux Falls holding some passenger’s newborn. Who hands off a baby to a perfect stranger? I understand these are closed quarters and all, but I wouldn’t entrust anyone on the rail bus with my wallet, not for a red-hot second, he thought. She was a single mom with a 4-year-old in tow (holding her sticky fingers up to show him as they attempted small talk when first boarding), along with the baby he was now holding. It was only for a few minutes, him all awkward-shouldered with the baby against his chest while the mother chased down the hollowed-out plastic ball that rolled a few rows up and engaged another, but it felt like days. Please don’t cry, please don’t die, please, not on my watch. Poor helpless thing. He thought about that wounded robin that he had shoe boxed with dirt, worms and leaves as a child. His father had air holed the cardboard. Didn’t he know better? Was he just humoring me? My folks tucked me into sleep, they were a couple then, and when I awoke to find the poor thing lifeless in the morning, it was my mom that held me as I cried inconsolably. Please lady, get back here, beads starting to form all Jimmy Durante on my brow. Thank you, thank you, sir, that was very kind of you,
arms outstretched for the landing. No problem, Ma’am,
I said. It all felt very proper, military precision at play, was that even me? A version of me, a removed and unemotional façade that masked the panic that was playing out in my overactive mind anyway. Spinning the day over later that eve, he would wonder why he had assumed that she was a single Mom. Because she was alone with two kids? No man to see her off at the station only what appeared to be her sister? Such a lack of imagination he told himself before quickly stealing a peak to see if she had a ring.
He had booked his ticket months ago for the evening to late morning. 8 pm to a pre-lunch station landing. Sleep was easy for Gene. Falling asleep to the white noise of the TV, on the couch to folks talking. He had taken this trip twice before over the last five years and had always been able to snatch a swath close to six hours of sleep. A baby bouncing on a knee, bassinet head bobbling, it wouldn’t be too much further down these John Henry’s until he was nodding.
Kids. Kids had broken up that relationship with Lydia. She wanted them, he didn’t. Hell, I should have had one of these strangers snap a picture on my phone with that baby, and posted it with no explanation. Every ex likes to sleuth around where they shouldn’t be. Come over here, to my page, to my post, to my domain. Maybe an ask will arise again before we get out of Ames. Too awkward to ask now and probably less so the closer he got to his sister’s place. He kept thinking about the thread of this as he attempted sleep on that rented recliner. Not bad, he thought, as he settled in with a pillow for the small of his back. His sister, 2 years younger, had asked him to take this trek to visit her and her husband during his summer break. They made the haul to see me, the last two go rounds. Granted, this was easier as they had a car, but you can’t expect a husband related only tenuously to you by law to make that drive repeatedly on his limited time off from work. This was a show of good faith, of my investment in our relationship. It was also to be my first-time home in years. My father and I have been estranged for over a decade. He had bad-mouthed me about something back then and it appeared to me that she was on his side. I beached them both as the weeks turned to