Q: What's the difference between a writer and a stalker?
A: A notepad and pencil.
His arms and feet waggle him forward, but his body stays still. Is there a block of wood under those clothes, or perhaps a block of ice with the body frozen within and only the limbs free to move?Victim Two:
Huge, boxy head with a rug of woolly, rusty hair, fuzzy short beard, close-set thin eyes separated by a wide, flat nose. Visiting from the Scottish Highlands or ogre in disguise?Victim Three:
Young, petite part-Asian goddess with waist-length hair like an oil slick. Full lips, a small, white scar on the left side of her top lip. One eye slightly lower than the other, giving an illusion of mystical asymmetry.Victim Four:
Blond bob, long around her jaws and shaved at the nape of her neck. Flat chest between narrow shoulders. Denim shorts, the cheeks of a full ass giving way to solid, tanned legs. Classic pear-shape. Does she know she's outgrown those shorts?Victim Five:
Paisley scarf wrapped around a bulb-like head and trailing down her boney back, fluttering like a palm frond as her sandals jut out in front of her and seem to jerk her along. Cancer victim anxious about her appointment or die-hard hippy late for a public protest?Victim Six:
Old guy, sartorially stylish. Prim moustache and precise side-part. Slips on a leather jacket and smiles easily at his lunch date (woman of the same age and elegance). He steps around the other patrons with the confidence and grace of an athlete. I suspect he is ex-CIA.Okay, so now I'm off to the Thrift Shop to see what I can find there.... Happy stalking.