The strangers with her on the rooftop paused in unison.
They had been doing that for some time now.
Since yesterday when they first appeared, they had been by her side and all efforts to shake them had failed. They said nothing to her but communicated to eat other through a series of grunts and guttural sounds.
They had piercing blue eyes, expressionless faces and one gesticulated a lot, the other jotted notes on some sort of writing implement and the third had an old-fashioned police whistle around its neck. Every now and then it would blow into it, and she heard nothing but to them it meant something, as that is when they stopped in unison turning to face each other as if to compare notes and observations.
It had been unnerving over night for her to find them in her bedroom, standing at the end of her bed watching her, she assumed as she slept.
She was determined to shake them off and had spent the morning running from place to place, doing everything she could to give them the slip.
But they hung around, just like a bad smell and now she found herself on the rooftop, and they were there with her.
There was a sense of desperation about her, she was a very private person, and she didn’t appreciate the attention they were giving her. Prying into her life was a very unpleasant experience.
She edged closer to the safety fence. She was by now feeling totally confined by the three watchers. She’d tried talking to them, but they were either uninterested in talking or didn’t understand what she was saying.
The three pressed closer, their gaze penetrating her, she could tell, maybe they wanted her to make a decision she thought, maybe they wanted to see an action from her to complicate the situation.
She climbed to the top of the fence and jumped. The wind in her face gave her a sense of momentary freedom. By now she didn’t care about living, she just wanted to be free of them.
As the ground drew closer, she felt hands take hold of her and gently lower her to the ground. This unnerved her further.
She looked at the three who were once again standing in unison before her. Now she was totally flummoxed. Why? What? She asked herself.
It was then the one taking notes smiled a smile that filled her heart and soul with a warmth she had never before felt.
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