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.”