They were following me... I had seen them, watching me from the café, their hollow eyes like knives both silent and patient, they had regarded me for no more than a second, but it was a look that held the weight of an anvil within its intent. The shopping centre was cold, it was nearly … Continue reading Following Through a Crowd pt.2 →

I hate crowds and it is the Christmas rush that brings out the worst in them.People forget how to walk, they stand in the middle of an aisle gawking at their phones or staring vacantly into some over-tinseled display; It's a wall of calendars not an art gallery, grab the first one you see and … Continue reading Following through a crowd pt.1 →