I ran into my ex in the grocery store. He’s been dead for seven years.

It was seven years after his death, in Autumn of 2019, that I saw him again, assessing the ripeness of an avocado with a cart full of organic groceries, looking just the same as he did in the weeks before we buried his body behind the old mill.

At first glance, I was more surprised than frightened, sure that this man was nothing more than a coincidental doppelganger. But… it looked so much like him. The same sunny complexion, the same black hair slicked-back with just a little too much product. The same unconscious slouch; hell, even the same v-neck tee under an opened flannel. It was uncanny.