Literature
Watcher in the Night
Watcher in the Alley
Her steps, high heels clicking on the wet concrete, echo off the building.
Up the street, the direction she is walking away from, the red and blue lights of the bar shine down on a car waiting for a red light. The street is mostly empty, and what foot traffic there would have been has been chased away by the rain.
He waits patiently in the alley, waiting as her steps draw near. Hiding in the shadows of the alley, he has been watching the last three nights. Every night she leaves the bar at the same time, walks home the same way. Last night, he almost grabbed her, but it would have been too soon. Tonight, though,