Him Again, by Johann Lux

I spied the white-haired man seated on a bench with his eyes closed tight and both fists clenched.

A breeze touched the trees and set their leaves to dancing. Birds perched on boughs above began singing a tune … melancholy and enchanting.

Stepping quietly, I quickened my pace, averting my eyes away from his face, and was 10 feet away when I heard him say, “Now, is the time for you to make amends, as your world as you know it, is about to end.”

I responded, my voice filled with anger, “Leave me alone, you horrible old doppelganger!”


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