Image: phylor aka Lorraine
Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. Over my shoulder I couldn’t see anything. They seemed to be getting closer. When I stopped walking so did the steps.
I stopped near the entrance where a light shone and looked back. There was someone there. A tall man, dark coat, hat pulled down low. He stopped when he saw me. Startled that I was watching him.
Standing there he turned and walked away.
I continued on my way. I thought I’d shaken him. Then I heard the steps again. Before long I could hear his heavy breathing.
Closer and closer he came. I walked quicker. So did he. Finally, I couldn’t stand it another second. I turned to face him.
“Thank goodness,” he said puffing into my face, “I think this wallet is yours.”
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/20/finish-off-friday-6-footsteps-in-the-fog/
Morpethroad 
Very atmospheric — did he really have your wallet?
😀 😀 😀 heart attack then relief , hilarious!
I think I would have had a heart attack… totally would have forgotten to thank the man too 😜
Yes I understand. It would take some getting over.
Silly man following…why didn’t he yell out, “Hey, you dropped this.” LOL guess that would have spoiled the tale 🙂
Very good Michael. We seem to have similar ideas for our stories. Except in mine, the girl forgot her clutch at the bar. I’m happy things ended well for both 🙂