PROSE FICTION

Vignette

Title: Stranger

It is a calm night, the stars shine the dark road, cold breeze blows my hair but here he comes again. He is coming towards me and I cannot stop him. I hid from him for days, changed my daily route to go back home, still he hunts me down these alleyways, calling my name as if he is my friend, but in his hands is a knife and he meant to slash it in my gut when he gets close. I have been running in a scattered way, run and hide, repeat. Adrenaline floods my system, it pumps and beats like it is going to explode. I do not know him, my chaser is a stranger that I never know and he means to send me straight to hell as he looks very eager to kill me. One day, we talked and he asked for my phone number but I refused to give him. He is raged, malicious and he gave me false smile, watched me like a wolf observing its prey. I should have listened to mother to not easily be friendly and talk to strangers.