The wrong man

At first I don’t notice you at the bus stop. But then I see you staring at me. Who are you? I glance over my shoulder to see if you’re looking at someone behind me, but no-one’s there.  Your dark, beady eyes bore into me, and I feel naked. Fear crawls over me, and adrenaline surges into my system like a drug. Please, bus, someone, come! I tighten the hold on my bag and get ready to scream. My body prepares for fight or flight. And then you say excitedly: “Katie? How are you? We were at Primary school together?”


© Vicky Newham 2012. All rights reserved.
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About Vicky Newham

Vicky Newham is a writer, living in Whitstable, Kent. She writes crime fiction, psychological thrillers and science fiction. Her main projects are novels, but she also writes short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction articles and some poetry.
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