Strange Tales from the Village

John Thornton stopped in his tracks.  The woman walking into his building was the spitting image of his second wife.  He nearly called out her name, which was ludicrous as she had died five years ago.  Dressed in a thin, flowing long skirt, boots and a short stylish jeans jacket, he found even the clothes she wore were in his late wife’s style.  Her chestnut brown hair, long and disheveled, surrounded the perfect face.  John was glued to the spot until she disappeared from sight.  Who was this woman?  He continued into the building and caught the whiff of her strong perfume, Alliage Sport Spray by Estee Lauder.  The smell, though sublime, freaked him out; he felt like vomiting.  His wife, the whole house, the car, everything had always smelt of this perfume.  He immediately had some horrific gut feeling this was no coincidence.