The morning was clear and crisp and full with the promise of spring. I walked the short walk to the row of mailboxes and inserted my key.
"Surprise!" The voice shouted.
I wasn't surprised and knew the answer already but I asked anyway.
"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"
"Hey, Lady! I'm pain, It's what I do!"
At The Movies
"One please ."
I pushed through the turn stile and handed my ticket to the guy working the line.
He studied it a moment before tearing it in half and handing me the stub.
"Royle Paine, huh?
Heard it got bad reviews.
“ Movie Theatre 12, ” He said without looking up.
Movie Theatre 12 turned out to be quite a trek and I was more than ready to sit down by the time I reached it. The place was almost empty save two old ladies whispering together in the second row. I hobbled past them up the risers and took a seat against the wall under the projection booth. I wanted to be alone.
I enjoyed British comedies and settled in for what I hoped would be a couple hours of welcome diversion. But it was at that moment, the double doors whooshed open and there standing in a single beam of light was my stalker. He’d spoiled a perfectly wonderful morning yesterday and now he had found me again. I slouched down as far as I could in my seat but I knew he’d seen me.
“Hello Ducky.” He said in a most horribly fake British accent as he slid into the seat next to me.
CC Copyright 2011 by DJL
"Surprise!" The voice shouted.
I wasn't surprised and knew the answer already but I asked anyway.
"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"
"Hey, Lady! I'm pain, It's what I do!"At The Movies
"One please ."
I pushed through the turn stile and handed my ticket to the guy working the line.
He studied it a moment before tearing it in half and handing me the stub.
"Royle Paine, huh?
Heard it got bad reviews.
“ Movie Theatre 12, ” He said without looking up.
Movie Theatre 12 turned out to be quite a trek and I was more than ready to sit down by the time I reached it. The place was almost empty save two old ladies whispering together in the second row. I hobbled past them up the risers and took a seat against the wall under the projection booth. I wanted to be alone.
I enjoyed British comedies and settled in for what I hoped would be a couple hours of welcome diversion. But it was at that moment, the double doors whooshed open and there standing in a single beam of light was my stalker. He’d spoiled a perfectly wonderful morning yesterday and now he had found me again. I slouched down as far as I could in my seat but I knew he’d seen me.
“Hello Ducky.” He said in a most horribly fake British accent as he slid into the seat next to me.
CC Copyright 2011 by DJL
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