Marti rubbed her arms, tiny shivers making the hair stand on end. Walking across the room she stared out at the dark street. There was a storm brewing. She could feel it. Fear caused the shivers to increase, but she knew it wasn’t the storm. The dark outline of a man still stood in the shadow of the streetlight. She’d hoped it was her imagination, but it was Daniel. She could feel it as strongly as she could sense the storm coming. Why was he just standing there? Why not make his move? She’d already checked the locks on the doors and windows, but knew they offered little protection.
Going to the desk across the room, she removed the loaded pistol from the top drawer. She’d loaded the gun earlier, but checked it again, her hands trembling. The sound of thunder rumbled sullenly and the wind picked up, rattling the old, loose shutter she’d put off fixing. It was too late now, just as it was too late to run. She was tired of running, tired of constantly looking over her shoulder. She’d end it tonight. Come on, Daniel. What are you waiting for? Come for me.
She looked out the window again. The leaves on the trees danced crazily in the wind. He was gone. Dread moved its icy fingers down her spine. She listened intently, blocking out the sounds of the coming storm. Would he break a window or just smash the door in? She tried to control the shivers. She needed to stay calm. She’d only get one chance and if she missed--she couldn’t even think that way. She wouldn’t miss.
WORK IN PROGRESS
Copyright E.G. PARSONS