Jan 5, 2018
A short story:
A stranger makes eye contact with me from across a crowded store.
I see something flicker in their eyes and they begin walking towards me.
Uncomfortable, I turn and begin to walk away. I steal a glance.
They’re running towards me now, shoving people and tables out of the way.
Terrified, I run.
Across the world, through many obstacles, the stranger chases me, always gaining, always gaining.
Finally, after years, I collapse.
I can run no more.
I brace myself, expecting death.
They lean close, gesture at my face, and say: “Hey, did that hurt?”
