Sunday, October 4, 2015

Followed



Grocery shopping was her favorite time of the week.  At least until today, when two crazy people followed her into the store and made her haven a decidedly unsafe place to be. 



Taylor gripped her cart with all her might, as if the cart was the thing that would protect her. Usually she started off in the dry goods, but for some reason she started out in produce today. Which is where the two men were. She tried to calm her racing heart and not do anything to bring attention to herself.

"I saw her come in!" the guy with the beard was insisting.

"Yeah, right. Just like you saw her at the gas station," the guy with the dirty long hair retorted.

"Just look, man! She's wearing a black shirt today," Beard said. Taylor glanced around, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that she wasn't the only person wearing black. She quickly turned her back to the men and pretended to be very interested in the limes.

"Geez, Ray, everyone seems to be wearing black today."

Taylor began to slowly make her way to the corner of the produce section. If she could just make it out of sight, she could run like hell. Or at least make it to customer service to call the cops. Her mother had warned her about this. 

"People who stick to routines are more likely to get stalked, Taylor!" she had said. But Taylor had written her off as just paranoid. Taylor liked to her routine. Well, she did until a few weeks ago, when she started noticing these guys at many of her usual stops. The grocery store, the coffee shop, the bank, the bookstore. They seemed to be everywhere. And then they started looking at her and watching her all the time. She hadn't thought anything of it until today, when she got out of her car and saw them pull in.

If she saw them everywhere, then surely they knew where she lived. Which meant that home wasn't safe anymore either. So where was she going to go? Not to her mom's. Then they would know where she lived too. They would vanish if she went to the police station. So where could she go to get them to leave her alone?

The thought came to her right next to the cabbage: the church. She hadn't been there in months, but she knew they were open at this time of day. The men might not follow her there, but even if she did, she knew the pastors would at least call the cops. That's why they called it sanctuary, right?

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