this morning #678.

this morning, the man who appeared to be following her seemed to be keeping his distance but she wasn’t taking any chances, so she crossed the street. he didn’t cross but he did speed up & keep pace with her. she stared straight ahead, fearful of meeting his eye. at the first corner she came to, she darted left & deftly ducked into a coffee shop to catch her breath. the smooth sounds of some somber singer-songwriter came from the speakers. the barista greeted her with a trained smile & for a brief while, she felt safe again. when she saw that same man pass by the window, peering inside as he did, that feeling turned out to be short-lived.