I’m not crazy.
Just the other day she told me she couldn’t see me anymore. I wasn’t surprised. Her husband must’ve found out.
Nope, she says. Those men who always follow her finally got out of their black car and told her they’re watching her.
Who are they? I ask.
She doesn’t know.
What else they say? Why they following her?
That’s all they said. Maybe they think her husband’s a spy.
Is he?
No.
Is she?
No.
Now that black car’s following me. I’ll see her one last time. When you read about it, just remember, I’m not crazy.
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Funny how we both wrote about being crazy and paranoid today….guess two great minds think alike….
Hehehehe… it’s quite a normal state, so I guess it’s unusual for me not to be there. But I try to hide it while writing on the blog. Perhaps the new saying should be “Crazy minds think alike”. Hahahaha, I like that.
Amazing how such a short story can give you such a feeling of scariness and paranoia.
Great piece of writing. Thanks.
Thanks for reading and commenting Mike. Glad you liked it. Just don’t look over your shoulder right now.
I love this style of conversation, woven into the narrative instead of with quotes and dialogue tags. It makes it easier to hear the voice of the narrator.
Is HE the spy??
I not only love this type of narration, I think I prefer it. So clean. Is there a term for this? Is it “acceptable”?
I agree. I should do a lot more of it, but am afraid that SomethingNewPlease might think that I’m copying him. And he’s the master at it anyway, so I’d just look 2nd rate. But I much prefer it too.
And is he the spy???
Great question. Mwhahahaha.
I believe you!
😉
This leaves me paranoid with no resolution.
like at the end of a horror movie and one evil monster survives, hidden so you know, the scary isnt REALLY over, it will repopulate the monsters will return!
There is more scary after this.
great story.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Yeah, there will be plenty more scary. Hehehehe.