PURGATORY, a place Down Under

A doppelganger, a myth with no name, no sex, no flesh, and no identity...
...unless it wears one of you.

I spread out like a shadow on pavement under the feet of an unsuspecting woman working her corner in the seven-hundred block of South Orange Blossom Trail. Her name is Jane, and I will be wearing her by morning.

As she drags me along, I watch, listen, learn . . . Jane leans toward a black sedan idling at the curb, and fills the window with the contents of her lacy bra. I slither upward off the pavement, over the front tire, another moving shadow on a street accustomed to shadows.