Caravaggio, 'The Supper at Emmaus',1601
We were just talking. Chit-chat, you know, over dinner. I was used to being on the road, hooking up with whoever was travelling my way and getting food together. It can get lonely. Sometimes you meet someone you can talk all day to. Sometimes you get a quiet one. He was a funny mix of both and I could swear I recognised him from somewhere. But you get that travelling. People are always drifting by.
Over dinner we talked a bit about the old place and the things that had been happening there. That’s when I noticed it: a fish. Or rather, the shadow of a fish where there shouldn’t have been one. It took me a while to figure it out – something about the arrangement of shadows on the table had been troubling me. When it finally dawned on me, I felt myself freeze. I looked up again and He was gone.