This has to be the shortest story I've ever written, so I suppose it comes under the heading of flash fiction. It came to me while I was busy typing one day, and I just set it down on paper for fun. Hope you like it!.




THE WATCHER
Be very careful
(You never know who's watching)
She’s still watching me, I can feel her eyes on me, I turn to my left and I can see her, watching me. She’s been sitting there for over an hour now, silently, diligently, constantly watching me. As I sit here busily typing at my computer, writing pulp fiction stories for the masses, sweating in the heat of a sultry, sweltering, humid afternoon, she sits on the corner of the bed, waiting, watching, her eyes following my fingers’ every move on the keyboard.
I know that if I rise from this chair, she’ll move too, if I go downstairs to take a drink she’ll follow me, then dog my footsteps as I return to work at my red hot keyboard, taking up her place on the bed once more, watching me. I know she knows that I know she’s watching me, which kind of makes me happy. If she wasn’t watching me I’d think there was something wrong, because that’s where she should be, where she always sits while I’m working, until I take a break, and say the magic words, and Tilly the terrier stops watching and barks with happiness when it’s time to go for her walk!
© Copyright Brian L Porter 2006

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