Paranoia

Written by: Ken Duddle

Footsteps. Drawing ever closer. Increasingly louder. I stop. Wait. Intake of breath. Look around. No one. Just blackness. I walk faster. Heart pounding. Silence. Then... Footsteps louder. Closer. Glimpse of long hair. Ring in nose. Leather coat. Paranoid mode. ‘Dropped yer wallet mate?’ ' Oh! Thanks.’