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~134~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />

he reappeared. I cannot be certain when he first demonstrated<br />

to Ricardo his “affliction,” but I can piece together<br />

that it must have been early, some time within a few days of<br />

their first meeting. Did he demonstrate it? Or did Ricardo<br />

simply catch him in the act? I’ll never really know. What I<br />

know is that Javier Castillo had explained to Ricardo that as<br />

a child he had moved from Mexico City to Los Angeles, how<br />

one night, as he lay in bed, he wanted to be back in Mexico<br />

City so badly he closed his eyes and tried to imagine being<br />

there. He thought, for a minute, that he could actually see<br />

the City, the Old Square. And when he opened his eyes, he<br />

was lying on a ledge. He was lying on the lip of the fountain<br />

in the center of the Old Square, the fountain cascading over<br />

the flowering tree of sculpted concrete down into the shallow<br />

pool next to him. He thought the warm night was a dream.<br />

He thought he was having a spectacular dream. But he was<br />

not dreaming. He was there in the Old Square, the old men<br />

strolling around smoking and talking slowly, others leaning<br />

against walls beside doorframes like awkward flamingos, one<br />

leg firmly planted on the ground, the other leg bent at the<br />

knee so that the bottom of the shoe was affixed to the wall<br />

behind them. And when he sat up, when Javier Castillo sat<br />

up, nothing changed. It wasn’t a dream at all. It was anything<br />

but a dream.<br />

Ricardo recounted how when he first heard this story he<br />

had closed his own eyes trying to imagine another town. But<br />

all Ricardo saw when he closed his eyes was the bluish white<br />

glow of the light bulb he had been staring at before he closed<br />

his eyes. There was the ring or impression of the bulb on the<br />

inside of his eyelids, but nothing more. He could see no other<br />

place. The round bluish-white mark on the inside of his eyelids<br />

was not even perfectly round. It was hazy and indistinct.<br />

It seemed to be disappearing. The light bulb was disappearing,<br />

but nothing else was. Ricardo had never been outside of

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