Déjà Vu

She walked into the diner, deja vu thrumming like static. The bell above the door chimed. It always did. Same waitress, same burnt coffee, same stranger in booth three saying, “You’re back.” But she’d never been. Or had she? Outside, her footprints overlapped in the snow–like memories chasing themselves.

***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.