I was walking in the woods in the warm darkness of a summer evening when I encountered her. She looked just like me, an exact replica, in fact. Fooled by her appearance, I thought we were friends, but she was some sort of mutant, a suicidal version of myself.
In the dark, she slashed at me. She took a breast, cut my throat, ripped out my thyroid, twisted the lymph nodes from beneath my arm. I was so shocked, I could hardly react. Then, as if coming up for a huge breath of air, I began to fight back,doggedly, determinedly, with every cell and fiber of my being. Fighting with myself for my life. She’s gone. I’ve survived.