Absolutely loved this!
I saw him again. He was closer this time, just back from the tree line, amongst the branches. The faded black coat on his gaunt frame had melded into the background. Standing there, immobile, he looked like the sinister scarecrows that used to frighten me when I was a child. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I knew that he was watching me. Why? Why me? Is his aim to rob me? He could have done so already, but there isn’t anything to steal. Why does he just stand there?
I got up the nerve and called out this time, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t move. I wanted to go out and confront him, ask him why he was following me, but I was too afraid. Rock hid from him, cowering behind the log pile, trying to flatten his canine body into the ground. I think…
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