Vampiric

Monday, 7 August 2006.

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“What do you mean, you saw him? He’s been dead these five years!”

“No, really. I saw him as I was walking home from the market. It was raining, and there were large puddles all around—I always used to love to jump in the puddles. Anyway, as I was crossing the cobble-stone street, I saw him.”

“In the puddle?”

“Yes.”

“That was a reflection.”

“You're saying, I saw myself?”

“That’s right.”

Silence.

“So… I've been dead for five years?”