Coming Back

“You’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“OK, sorry.” Stewart walked away. I could tell he wasn’t convinced. Thirty-four years is a long time. I left as a boy. I returned as a man. How did he recognise me?

I had to come. I had to say goodbye. I loved her. Going to the funeral was too big a risk. So I watched from a hill overlooking the cemetery.

Stewart stopped walking. I prayed that he wouldn’t turn around. He did.

“Are you sure you’re not Joe Grimes?”

Coming back was my first mistake. Coming back would be Stewart’s last.

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