Today started like any other day. I got up like usual, looked in the mirror and got ready.
I put on my striped pantsuit and green tie and left the house.
The city was quiet and nothing was heard; no cars, no buses, not even a mouse.
I walked to my office building without a fuss. I spotted someone getting off a bus.
When the man hopped off the bus, he ran, he rushed, he was gone in a cloud of dust.
He left behind his leather wallet. I opened it and looked upon it.
“Mr. Uptown,” it read, so I looked around to see if I could spot him.
He was nowhere to be found, so I walked to the police station to turn in the ID.
I spotted the man once again; this time, he was entering a wig store.
I went inside the bright and cheerful store looking for Mr. Uptown.
But Mr. Uptown was nowhere to be seen.
He must’ve exited the store under my nose, fearing he would be exposed.
My mind jumped to many conclusions, but why? What if it was all an illusion?
I exited the store and found a bench.
I pondered and wondered for a moment before getting back up. I turned my head and saw Mr. Uptown.
I sprinted towards him, shouting his name.
“Mr. Uptown, Mr. Uptown,” I sang.
He stopped in his tracks and looked.
Except he looked different this time.
He held onto his hair. His clothes were different.
The wind blew as he asked why I whined.
I have your wallet and I’ve been wanting to return it to you all day.
He thanked me, but when he looked at the wallet he sighed and laughed.
I asked what he was laughing at, and he spoke.
This says Harry Uptown! My name is Barry Uptown; this belongs to my twin brother.
Just then he peeled off his wig
“Look, my twin has hair. I wear wigs,” he chuckled.
My jaw was on the floor before I began to laugh. He began to laugh too, sorta like my dad.
Me and Mr. Uptown went to grab coffee. Ever since that day we have been friends.
