I was leaving the store when I saw the car pass. I blinked and stopped just before I rammed my cart right into it.

The hair was different, but the eyes were the exact same. I pushed my cart harder. The wobbling wheel spun in random circles making it all but impossible to drive straight. I followed the car up one aisle and down the next. It finally found the spot it wanted and parked.

Three people piled out. I stared in awe. She was me. But I didn’t know how. I marched straight to her, me.

“Who are you,” I demanded. She, I, smiled in that way that pours sympathy and exasperation in the same expression. “I’m you,” she whispered. The two young men laughed, rather embarrased.

“Why?” I asked, trying not to sound too shocked.

“You said you’d say that,” the taller one remarked. The other grinned but said nothing, looking away toward the entrance as if he’d rather be inside already.

“Past and Future are a duality of which Present is the reality. You’ll read that soon,” she, I, said to me.