Dave’s wife walked away, fervently taking pictures of a parade in the vicinity. He had seen too many parades in his life. As he strolled around, his legs stopped in front of a gallery, eyes glued to the statue of a security man. It was an exact replica of a youthful Dave, even the uniform. Some passers-by looked curiously at the statue and Dave, recognising the identical features, despite his wrinkles.
Dave sat down, stunned, in front of the gallery. Was this just a coincidence? He had retired after 40 years of service with no pension and unappreciative employers. Now he felt strangely vindicated.
Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Pirate for the photo.