By Tanya Johnson
Failing to see the error in her social approach, the woman stormed up to the front of the queue in the bustling coffee shop and began to order her drink. Her sunglasses deflecting the sun, her identity was concealed.
As it was a busy Monday morning, the lady at the front of the queue tapped her on the shoulder in attempts to correct the woman and send her to the back of the line as socially appropriate. The woman turned around, removing her sunglasses.
Shock overcame them as they began to stare at each other. An absolutely identical face stared back.
I like the idea of this story and the way it is told.
I think this story needs to continue. It is a fascinating premise. Doppelgängers capture our imagination, but the lead to the ending in no way prepares the reader for the twin-ship, so my thought is that this is the beginning.