The boy was standing at the bus stop when he saw him.
The man was standing talking to somebody on the other side of the street. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It couldn’t be him! It couldn’t possibly be the uncle that had been so cruel and nasty towards him since he was very small. The same man who had caused so much trouble for his parents, with his run-ins with the police and his cheating and lying. It can’t be him. It was three years ago that he went to the funeral. He had been only eight then, but old enough that he could remember the service. Remember how people were doing their best to show grief, when he felt sure that most of them were not at all sorry that he was gone.
He was horrified as he stood and watched the man saying goodbye to the other and then began making his way across the street towards where he stood, trembling.
His face, as he approached, began to change. Slowly at first, then more rapidly as he came closer. This was not him, not the man who had frightened him so much as a child. This was a stranger.
Sometimes evil leaves its own legacy.