You are sitting on the park bench again, reading your book. You’ve been reading that one for awhile, I’m beginning to wonder if you’ll ever finish it.
You get up, shove your book in your backpack, and begin to walk in the direction of your apartment. You take the same route each day, I’ve noticed.
As usual, you stop in the same coffee shop, no doubt to flirt with the barista. Goodness, why don’t you just ask her out already?
You leave with a coffee in your hand and a smile on your face, as you do every day. You have more of a skip in your step now, maybe you did ask her out.
As you approach your apartment complex, you spin around abruptly, as if someone had called your name from behind. You stand in that position for a moment, looking around for the source of your suspicion. Once you come to the conclusion that you’re alone, you open the door and walk inside. But alas, you were wrong.
You are not alone, you are never alone.
“Stalker” by Patrik Nygren is shared under a CC BY-SA 2.0 license
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