Brian (Again.)

It was five years since the murder of our work colleague Brian Keane when it happened.

My work-mate Keith and I were driving around the reservoirs, carrying out routine safety and maintenance checks. Walking at the side of the road was a man who bore a startling resemblance to Brian; same face, hair, beard.

Slowing the van down, we craned our necks to look at this doppelganger hiking down the road. The man stopped and addressed us. ‘Keith, Barry…how’s it going? Nice to see you enjoying the sunshine!’ he said, smiling. And with that, he continued on his way.