Sunday, 26 November 2017

The Stalker

by: Isla Hugh

I walked through the alleyway, my shoes were wet, soaking my feet to the bones. The rain is falling heavily, plummeting straight towards the slowly watery pathway. The droplets of water blurred my glasses, but I can still saw the retreating figure in front of me, walking in a steady pace, shielded from the dropping rains by a black umbrella.
I fastened my pace, catching up with the figure, my whole body shook, due to the chipping cold weather and nervousness.
Yes, I was nervous.
The figure in front of me turned to the left.
I followed her.
She turned to the right.
I copied her movements.


But, I am not a stalker.
I just wanted to keep her safe.

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