She knows she’s being watched. He’s always there, feigning indifference while fully aware of every twitch her body makes. He stalks her. He hunts her. He waits until he’s allowed to kill her.
He’s thirty feet to her two o’clock, but looking would give him reason to act. That’s the last thing she wants. So she alternates between reading the book she picked up in the terminal and staring out the large panes of glass at luggage being unloaded from an airplane. She knows the best way to save herself is to appear like everything is normal.
To look normal, she stays on schedule. The schedule that she keeps on her phone and computers has been hacked into. She’s sure of it. Even on the rare occasion she manages to slip her tail, he always shows back up again at her next scheduled location.
By nature, she is a planner; laying everything out in painstaking detail, entering it all into her computer’s calendar. She can’t just run on a whim with no idea where to go, no money, and worst of all, no plan for this new future.
But, she will run. She has to. First, she makes plans, all in her head this time, how to successfully get away, survive or at least not die some horrible death only made worse by her obscenely active imagination. An imagination that has made her successful in life, she's now sure will kill her before he gets the chance to.
San Francisco to now boarding First Class. Please present your boarding pass to our attendant at the gate.” Chicago
It’s her flight. Sliding her book into her bag, she pulls out her boarding pass, rising from the black padded row of seats. She casually strolls - counting breaths in her head to help keep her pace steady – making her way towards the gate.
He mirrors her, closing the gap to twenty feet. She keeps her body angled so she can still see him in her peripheral vision. Without her book or the planes to stare at, she feels naked.
* About to board. Will call u after landing. C u soon! *
Times up. Business Class is called and she has no choice now. Walking across institutional charcoal carpet, she hands the attendant her boarding pass. She inhales as deeply as she can without appearing to need it. Exhaling, she turns her back, walking towards her plane where she will be trapped for the next four hours, 35,000 feet in the air…with him.
It's been a long time since I shared a piece of fiction here. I've jumped in with a prompt from Write on Edge...of course. We had 450 words to write a story that takes place in an airport terminal. I'm at 450 on the nose with a fiction piece that's a little different for me. Hope you enjoy it.