The Other Side of Now

by Paige Harbison

And honestly, even if I’m losing my mind, at least there’s a dog here.

“Is that your professional diagnosis then, Jim?” asks Kiera, arms crossed. “Stress or a potato? You’ve never been more Irish. You may as well prescribe her a Guinness.”

There’s a sense of familiarity but no memory alongside it. I wonder if this is what déjà vu is. What if it’s different realities bleeding through?

Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.