He wouldn't never be caught stalking. It wasn't his style. He respected his friends and he respected her the most (until she couldn't be trusted.)
She'd call the police. She'd call her security guard of a new boyfriend. She'd call his bluff. He couldn't get caught.
But he'd see her anyway. In the shadows. Walking along a street they once walked together. Staring at her phone as if messages from the universe were working their way to her brain. Whatever was left of it...
He couldn't see her anymore. Maybe he imagined that light, that beam, that moment.
But he could have sworn that was her dog.
-- doug smith
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Picture This:
1. Find a random image (truly, close your eyes!)
2. Write for two minutes, inspired by that image.
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