In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.
Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong.
I quicken my pace down the dimly-lit street. San Francisco winds slip through my jacket, and the occasional car drives by cold and impersonal as if there is no driver.
A homeless woman huddled in a doorway says, “Stop stalking him.”
Confused, I look ahead.
Half a block up, a man in the shadows steals a glance back at me with fear on his face. When he sees me, he quickens his pace.www.susanee.com
YOU ARE READING
One Hundred Steps by Susan Ee
Short StorySomeone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong... In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.