"Shortcuts"

Lewis

I was being watched. There was no mistaking that alarming, prickling feeling on the back of my neck. Someone was following me.

I walked down the gloomy alleyway, mentally cursing myself for taking the “shortcut” earlier. Sure it was faster, but it was definitely not safer. I turned the corner only to find a dead end. Damn! I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I shook my head. My sense of direction was seriously lacking. I studied the wall in front of me and was just considering jumping it when I heard him.

He wasn’t that hard not to hear really. Muttering and wheezing away like an old man. I bit my lip, thinking. Maybe he was just a doddery sod, who thought that I had money or something valuable. I laughed quietly to myself as I pictured a befuddled old geezer thinking that he had found his long lost granddaughter. I smiled and began to turn around.

And that’s when I heard the scream.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A short chapter. I like the thoughts and the reaction at the end of this chapter. To know someone is near and allowing the mind to wander and ponder the next action. A excellent chapter.
Coyote