|I'm back and bring original fic (1)
||[Jul. 6th, 2005|09:35 pm]
|||||Radiohead - Creep||]|
This has been the first vacation I've had in years without internet. I'm not sure how I'm going to catch up with all the fic I've missed, especially since I'm going to Montreal tomorrow evening and have to be back at work on Monday...
I've been extremely productive though and am happy to present the first of 8 fics I finished in the last week (the others are being shipped off to various betas)
Rating: PG (I think)
Word Count: 574
Summary: You've been following me...
A/N: Not posted anywhere else because it's not porny enough for literotica (well, it's not porny at all) and not posted on any lj communities, cause I don't know of any non-hp ones for fic.
I see you walking your dog on the other side of the street. I’ve spent the day at the beach and I’m not ready for the day to end. I don’t want to take the bus home, so I walk, hoping to enjoy the night.
It’s close to 10:00 pm, the sun has barely set, and I’m sweltering. I pass an open variety store and pick-up a red Freezie.
They’re as good as I remember.
The taste of frozen sugar water and plastic takes me back. It’s the perfect conclusion to a perfect day, and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
Except you’re still across the street.
I make my way home, thankful that for once I’m not getting cat-calls from passing cars. I think about my work and my dogs, and how I can’t wait to sink into my bed. It’s been a very long week and I’m beyond tired.
I wait at the light, so that I can cross onto the other side of the street. I’m not sure why I always walk down the east side, and then go onto the west right here. There’s one more opportunity to cross just ahead and I use it when I’ve taken the bus.
You’re also waiting with your dog for the light to change. I notice that when I start to cross, you’re still standing at the corner.
There’s no traffic, so I go around the mailbox and pillar, and walk on the road for a few steps before continuing down the sidewalk.
“Excuse me, miss…”
I sigh and turn.
My voice wavers as I speak. I have to remind myself to breathe. Not everyone is a serial rapist. I’m just too paranoid.
“Do you live around here?” you ask me.
“Yeah, kind of.”
Why do I say that? I’m freaking out and I’m saying stupid things. You don’t respond and we walk in silence. I try to walk slower, thinking you’ll just keep going, but you match my pace. I hate uncomfortable silence and try to come up with something to say.
“Why, are you looking for something?” I blurt out.
Maybe he’s just lost. Earlier someone asked if I knew where to find a payphone because his car broke down. That was probably why you asked if I lived in this neighbourhood.
“What are you offering?”
Oh, god. Breathe. Don’t show fear. Don’t shut down.
Maybe I just misunderstood.
“Oh, I’ve just had a few people ask for directions today, so I assumed you might be lost…”
“No, I just noticed that you’re very provocatively dressed.”
I’m wearing a denim skirt and a fucking tank top.
If I take my cell phone out and call the police, who will laugh harder? The cops who probably can’t do anything, or you? Would I even have time to do anything or would it just make you angry? More determined?
“I’m sorry if that offends you, but you’re very provocatively dressed.”
I try to explain that I’ve been down to the beach, and that the weather was hot, but you repeat those words again.
I say goodnight as I walk faster, and you turn onto a side street. I speed up as I call home, hoping my husband is there to open the door for me. I turn down the next side street and practically run up my front steps.
You don’t seem to be following me anymore.