a friend of mine showed me how to use googlemaps. i'm sure you've seen it. it lets you use satellite images to look at locationsall over the world. a few years ago, i was in a car accident. since then, i really don't leave the housethat often. it's difficult, and the idea of a seeing a car drive by me makes me feel lightheaded.i was fascinated by the fact that i could see all over the world, almost like beingthere. i could virtually walk down the streets, and it almost felt like i was really there. i became instantly hooked. it gave me a realeye on the world. i could go to almost any major city, and i did. i'd seen streets inchina, japan, germany, england... so many
places. i'd even gone to tourist attractionslike the great barrier reef and dracula's castle. my favorite was to go to random places inmajor cities and see how many people and animals i could find. the faces of the people werealways blurred to protect their privacy, but it was still enjoyable to see them out there,enjoying their life, walking like it was no big deal. "she must have good taste," i laughed. i zoomed in closer and noticed the grey bagshe carried on a grey and purple shoulder strap. she was walking in a relaxed manner,one hand trailing the wall beside her. i bet
if i could have seen her face, i would seethat she was smiling. i began to feel a little sad. i let my hands fall onto the arms ofmy wheelchair and looked at her for a minute more. i wished that i could be there, walkingso carefree with her. that wouldn't happen though, until i died. i was stuck in thischair. i sighed and zoomed out of tokyo. enough ofthis for tonight. i turned off the computer and went to bed. *** i got up early and decided to look aroundparis. paris was always fun. i liked the look of the city, with all of the old, beautifulbuildings and so many people to watch. i randomly
zoomed to an area and saw a street, linedwith old brick buildings a few small shops, and an old tan brick church. ahead was anintersection, and dozens of people walked by. a balding business man walked quicklypast, looking back at an old woman, hair covered with a scarf, carrying a large purse. a curvywoman in black pants that were too tight stared into a store window, and two women led a groupof small children around a corner. i spun the view around a few more times andthen saw something peculiar. sitting on the bus bench were two people. one of them wasa young woman with her feet stuck in front of her in a relaxed manner. she was wearinga pair of red sneakers, like my own. i was startled for a moment, as i noticed the blackpants, white t-shirt, and black hooded jacket.
her dark brown hair was tied loosely behindher head. a grey bag sat on the bench beside her, the shoulder strap hooked over her shoulder. "this is crazy," i thought. "it can't possiblybe the same woman. this is a different country, different continent even. how could it beher?" this was stupid. it wasn't as if these werelive photographs. they were taken ahead of time and then stored. it's not like she wasin two places at once. she could just be a traveler. besides, without seeing her face,it was impossible to tell it was the same person. brown hair was probably the most commonhair color in the world. those red sneakers were something i purchased online. i'm surea million other people did too. i shook my
head and went to fix some lunch. when i got back online, i decided to lookat berlin. i picked a random street, as usual. it looked pretty empty. there were brick buildingslining the streets, looking more like factories than anything else. there were also emptylots, full of long grass and piled gravel. there wasn't much to see at all really. therewas a line of motorbikes and a car with two german flags sticking up from it. after moresearching, i found one kid. he looked like he was dressed for school, a jacket thrownover his bag. he was intently looking at some kind of mobile device. i was disappointed.i started to leave, but then i caught something out of the corner of my eye. i turned theview, and there they were. those damned red
sneakers. she was standing on a street corner, nextto some kind of sign post. she had a hand on the post, looking down the street, as ifwaiting to cross the street. i stared, in shock. how could she be there too? even ifshe was traveling, there's no way i would find her every time. even finding her in pariswould have been one heck of a coincidence, but this? this was crazy. was this some kindof joke? had google decided to play a prank on its users that used their product so much?it would have been a great joke.... i did a quick search, looking for a note abouta woman that shows up like waldo. there was nothing. i looked through articles on strangethings you can see on google maps, but none
of them mentioned the woman that travels theworld with you. this was crazy. had my self-imposed isolation driven me mad? had i become so lonelythat i created a hallucination for myself? leaving the berlin image on my screen, i senta text message to a friend, asking him to look at the locations. i asked him if he sawthe same woman. then i waited, hands sweating, heart thumping in my chest. i jumped whenmy phone beeped with a return text message ten minutes later. the text read, "i see the lady you're talkingabout in berlin. i didn't see her in paris or tokyo. is this some kind of game, or what?are you okay?" i didn't respond, instead returning to thelocations in tokyo and paris. there she was.
she was there, but it was different. she nolonger sat on the bus bench in paris. she was standing in front of it, looking for somethingin her bag. in tokyo, she was blocks away, squatting down to pet that calico cat. i shivered.who was she? what was happening? i switched the map to brussels. it was anothercity street. it was lined with old looking buildings, with shops on the ground level,what i guessed was apartment on above. i quickly scanned the streets. they were empty, otherthan a stocky woman in a bright blue sweater. i did a second sweep. she wasn't there. isighed in relief. i couldn't believe i was getting so worked up about this. it was nothing but a coinci-- i stopped, myeyes frozen on the screen. there was a building
at the point of a fork in the road, whitewith a black ironwork framed balcony jutting from the second floor. i hadn't seen her,as i had been looking at the sidewalks. there she stood, standing on the balcony, her headtilted in the direction of the camera, almost like she was coyly looking toward me. my breathcaught in my throat. i switched to sydney. she was leaning againstthe wall, inside the doorway of a bright blue carriicks pharmacy building. london showedher getting ready to step onto a red double decker bus, her head turned to look over hershoulder. she was everywhere i looked. she stood on a brick sidewalk on a bridge in venice,she walked across a yellow barred crosswalk in zurich, and in hong kong, she stood betweena wing lung bank and a mcdonald's adjusting
the strap on her bag. in each picture, shecame closer and closer to looking directly at me with her blurred out face. my heart felt like a terrified bird, slammingaround inside my chest. i couldn't catch my breath. i wasn't sure what to do. i couldn'tcall the police. should i send screenshots to google? i clenched my fists tightly and closed myeyes. who was she? was she following me? was i following her? i wish i could see the expressionon her face, know what she saw when she looked back at me. i wanted to get out of the chairand run. why is it that the only thing that made me feel free again was the thing thatmade me feel even more trapped. i had to know.
i typed in the name of my town and zoomedinto a random street. it was a couple of miles from my house, the gates to the city parkwere shown in the clarity of daylight, despite it being night here. there she was. there....there she was. she was only a few miles from my house, standing under the ironwork archthat stated the name of the park. she looked directly at the camera, directly at me. ifelt like i might throw up. she was near me, and she was watching me. she was coming forme. what did she want? i typed in the name of the apartment complexwhere i live. i could see the outside of the building. the parking lot was full of cars,and there were a few blurred out children on the playground. i searched everywhere forher. she wasn't in the parking lot or on the
sidewalks, not hiding between the buildingsor standing in the playground. i even scanned each of the cars, behind the bushes, and eachof the blurred windows. she wasn't there. i curled tightly around myself and lay myhead down on the desk. this place was safe. i didn't leave the apartmentanyway. i would never use google maps again. i would never see her again. she could stayat the park for all i cared. i smiled to myself and was surprised to find a tear slippingdown my face. "i'm safe," i said to myself in a whisper.it felt good to hear it out loud. "i'm safe." as i said it, there was a knock at the door.a chill ran down my spine. i had a camera hooked to my computer that showed who wasat the front door, which made it easier for
me, with my mobility issues. i slowly reachedfor the control to show myself who was outside, but my hand trembled furiously. as i touchedthe control, i realized my mistake. the last of google's images that i'd seen had onlyshown the outside of the building. just the outside. i looked at the screen and saw a woman ina white t-shirt, black pants, black hooded jacket, and carrying a grey bag with purpleand grey striped shoulder strap. of course, there were those red sneakers. she lookeddirectly at the camera, her face still a complete blur. as i tried to stifle a scream, she raiseda hand and knocked loudly on my front door.
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