Every time my repetitive motion brought me toward his position, he turned to face the building, as if he were suddenly interested in the racks of newspapers and giveaway magazines next to the main doors. But whenever I reached the far end of my route and turned to retrace my steps, I’d find him absently watching the traffic that passed through the porte-cochere and mopping sweat from his bald head with a crumpled handkerchief. The synchronization of his movements with mine was surely not a coincidence, but I could not remember ever laying eyes on my stalker before that afternoon.
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© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick
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