When I saw my doppelgänger across the street, I blinked, but the other me didn’t vanish. Instead, she waved with a sad smile saying ‘goodbye’.
Wait!
I sprinted over the road, hair streaming, oblivious to honking vehicles. A lorry struck me. As my vision faded, so did the other me.
Paul lives in Scotland. Sometimes he writes stories. Sometimes they’re even published.