Stalker

A Few days before....

It felt like a normal day, having my usual cup of coffee by a particular shop.

A bitter drink I love to drink to get my day moving. But I spend most of the time glaring into the cup, my thoughts are just of my childhood.

Sitting alone, the shop's music is the old tunes your grandparents love to jingle to.

But I feel I'm being watched, a dark shadow following me. For as I drink my coffee, I sip it at an unease.  My throat fails to swallow just a sip. The strangest thing is whenever I turn to find the shadows origin I can't trail it's path because it always disappears.

"Mmmmmm,  perhaps it's not a normal day"

  I left the coffee shop before finishing my drink. The cold atmosphere leaves a chill down my spine.

I jumped into my car, an old Corolla with a stubborn driver's window. As I get to the robots I feel I'm being followed simply because I notice a black car in my review mirror.

So to test the fact I swerve through traffic to see if the black car will follow too. A couple corners and cutting through intersections I finally lose the car.

"Seriously, what is going on"

My heart beating by this miniature chase scene. I asked the question of having a stalker.

Could it be,  Lord let it not be so.

"Run as you may,

Try to hide but I'll find you another day.

Like a shadow I follow you wherever,

You may try to hide,

Try to swerve through traffic to think you're clever.

But you don't know your own secrets inside,

For you can't leave the past behind.

                                           _ Stalker