Being Followed
Walking down the street one dark night; I passed some road working equipment. Down the road a bit, I felt I was being followed. I glanced back and saw a backhoe that I’d passed at the work site; my god, I thought, I’ve walked three blocks since I passed that site; why is that backhoe following me?
I turned a corner and four blocks later I looked again…yes, backhoe was two blocks behind me! Should I run? Would it chase me?
My apartment was six blocks away; I entered an all night pharmacy and from its window, I watched the backhoe; it sat perfectly still. I bought a soda and left the pharmacy; two blocks, three, four; I was nearly home now.
The shadow of my apartment building loomed in the distance; when I reached it, I ran quickly inside, glancing back behind me; there, one block away, that vile, living backhoe!
I went up three flights of stairs to my apartment, taking two steps at a time. I looked out my window and wondered if I or anyone else dwelling there were safe from the backhoe. Would it try to destroy my building? What would I say to, warn the others there if it should attack? Then, I noticed, it was nowhere in sight!
My neighbor, Eddie would be coming home at midnight; would it follow him too? I waited up to ask him about it but, Eddie never arrived; had it gotten him?
I caught the bus for work the next morning; exhausted from a sleepless night. As it passed the work site; I swear that backhoe was smiling!
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