Post by Anne-Marie on May 28, 2007 16:30:34 GMT -5
Anne-Marie dragged herself home after a long night of work. She was tired, but moreso, she was utterly paranoid after the earlier experience she had that day. All along her walk home, she felt shadows moving over her and footsteps falling into rhythm with hers. Left and right her head would jerk, to inspect was what creeping over her shoulder. Every time it was nothing, but that did not ease her fears.
And now she was home. But what was home anyway but a place to sleep? She was retiring to a house full of strangers. None of whom she knew or trusted. Such was not a comforting thought, but where else could she go?
And now she was home. But what was home anyway but a place to sleep? She was retiring to a house full of strangers. None of whom she knew or trusted. Such was not a comforting thought, but where else could she go?