I came up with piece just this week. In this piece, a young lady walks through town, thinking that it'll be a normal day in town. That is, until she hears of familiar squeaking that hints that somebody it following her. I hope that you will enjoy this piece.
Wendy loved coming to tower on a Friday afternoon. It is here where she meets up with her friends after working hours and they go off to night clubs, where they love have a party.
Wendy hopped off the bus into town with delight. Just half an hour before she was due to meet up with friends at the G4 Club. As she rounded a corner that approached a retail building's front door, it was here that she first heard the sound.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
There was something odd about the squeaks. There was a gap big enough for a step to happen. It was as if the walker had a new pair of shoes, but one of them was still squeaking. Thinking that it was somebody in passing, Wendy took no notice as she stopped and peeked into a shop window.
But then, the squeaking returned and passed on. Wendy thought maybe the walker remembered something he forgot and was going to back for it.
Wendy then proceed to enter the retail building and walked to the coffee shop for a cup of coffee. As she exited the coffee, feeling refreshed, and started walking past the other shop windows, she heard it again.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Is somebody following me? Wendy asked herself, the first hint of nerves starting to sink in.
Hoping that she wasn't showing her fear, she stopped and pretended to look at something nice in a shop window beside her, but started to focus on the reflections on the glass. The whole hall was full of people, but one had his eyes on her.
He was about thirty years of age, strong build, hands deep in his coat pockets and every time he stepped forward, his left leg limped and his ankle gave the faint squeak. His dark eyes was hidden in shadow. And beside his leg, was a large dog, that was more like a wolf than anything else.
Wendy pretended to stop looking at the object in the window and walked into the shop, aware of the squeaking that announce that the man had entered the shop a few feet behind. She could feel his eyes upon her. Knowing the shop's layout, Wendy quickly double backed and out of the shop and up a flight of stairs and into another shop. She reached the middle of the shop, she sighed in relief.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
He's still following? Wendy asked herself, He can't walk that fast. She hid round a tall shelf.
Her heart was racing now as she waited for the man to pass. But the squeaking stopped.
At least a minute past, but nothing.
Softly, she looked around the shelf. The man was standing in the doorway, his shadow casted eyes fixed on her as she quickly dodged back round the shelf.
She knew that this shop had no other door than the one being guarded by the man and his dog.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
She turned her head and saw the man looming over her. Her heart's rate rocketed as fear drowned her heart.
"Wendy?" The man asked.
She nodded. He produced a purse from his coat pocket.
"You dropped your purse on the bus."
She felt her pockets and found her purse gone. She took the purse from his hand and saw that it was her purse. Relief washed over her.
"I was trying to return it, but my blasted left leg made me slower than I used to be. Are you Jess Ennis-Hill's long-lost cousin?"
"Thank you so much." She laughed with a smile.
"You're very welcome." Said the man, with a nod of his head, his eyes flashing brightly. "Sorry if I scared you. Have a nice day." And with that, the man and his dog walked out of the shop.
"And you don't know his name?" Julia asked Wendy over the noise of the club's music. The "party" was in full flow.
"He left before I could ask." Wendy shook her head.
"Was he handsome?" Mary asked.
"Dashingly yes."
"Shame you don't have his number." Julia said.
"I'll get more drinks." Wendy spoke up and went to the bar, hoping to delay anymore questions for later.
As she waited for the refreshments, she heard a familiar sound. Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Wendy smiled.
I hope that you've enjoyed this small piece.
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