One Hundred Steps by Susan Ee

In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.

   Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong.
   I quicken my pace down the dimly-lit street. San Francisco winds slip through my jacket, and the occasional car drives by cold and impersonal as if there is no driver.
   A homeless woman huddled in a doorway says, “Stop stalking him.”
   Confused, I look ahead.
   Half a block up, a man in the shadows steals a glance back at me with fear on his face. When he sees me, he quickens his pace.

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