Doppelgänger

Following their unexpected break-up, Yuki saw Henry everywhere.

On closer inspection, however, they were doppelgängers. Actually, most were barely that: men whose builds, gaits and hair bore the merest resemblance to Henry. Nevertheless, the false sightings reopened the raw fissures in her heart and wobbled her knees.

When she did finally see him again, it was years later, in a supermarket.

“You’ve cut your hair,” he said.

“You still like charcoal chicken,” she replied, eyeing his basket.

And that was that.

She felt a flutter of something but, when moving aisles, the ground stayed firm beneath her feet.

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