A Dangerous Reflection

Clara

I think I should be asking you that, mister. Who the hell are you, and why the fuck do you look like me?

That was what I wanted to say. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get them out. My brain was too busy trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

A man stood there, and for a second, it felt like I was staring at my own reflection, except it wasn’t me. The resemblance w