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He sighed and let the curtain slip, returning to his chore. Her again. It seemed she slowly walked that dog past his house two, three, four times a day! Somehow, they’d realized that he knew.
He’d taken himself off the grid when he started seeing them from behind the counter in the minimart. No mobile phone. No computer. Rode his bike – they could track your car. Paid with cash. It’d kept him safe.
Until now. He paused and wondered how long until they moved on him? He finished cleaning his 9 mm. Guess he’d have to move on them first.
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Creepy….
Where are the happy feel good care bear drabbles???
See what happens when I’m alone for a week!
That’s what I was going to say … your wife needs to get back.
I like it! Sinister.
Thanks Ladywise — I’d been too cheerful recently…:)
Paranoia….or our new world? ;)
Great one, Steve!
Thank Emmy — it was a bit of a social commentary on where it seems like we’re going sometimes… :)
I like the paranoia in it versus the fugitive-running-from-the-law-while-cops-hone-in-on-him idea. Somehow, it’s more alluring that way.
Charbroiled — gracias. I was hoping to serve it with a nice side of crazy.
Nice!! I really liked it!
Thanks LD — I was pretty happy with it. And by happy, I mean creeped out some.