He was just standing on the street corner, waiting for the light so that he could cross West End. He looked fantastic. Bright and healthy and just like he felt great.
I mean, I know it couldn’t be him. In a month, he’ll have been dead a year.
I know it was just some guy who looked enough like him to catch my eye.
But damn. Just damn.
For a second there…
I felt like I was seeing him how he should have been, healthy and normal and happy.