The Watcher - Part 1

by Velantra
Asbeth is walking down the road, her red hair tied in a neat braid. She is wearing black pants, with a purple coat and elegant black shoes. Her make-up is sufficient to look professional, yet down to earth. It’s her custom appearances at the renowned; Dido’s Diner in Gordon street; where she is the manager.
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I’m watching her from the dark of overgrown trees. Her shiny red hair, glow like the warm sun to me, even in the gloom of a dark cold night. She looks sexy in the black pants and purple jacket. I want to approach her, but I don’t have the guts.
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When Asbeth walk home, she gets that eerie sensation of being watched, but shrugs it off. It’s just her imagination. She is exhausted from working, her only wish is to open a good bottle of wine, take a bath and go to bed, with an enjoyable book.
She walks into her apartment and kicks of her shoes. She looks for a cold bottle of wine in the fridge and take a packet of crisps, from the cupboard. She turns on her CD player, playing some sixties music. She runs a bubble bath with the smell of coconut and vanilla, undress and slides into the bath. She takes a sip of her wine……. soothing.
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I get the sense she feels somebody is watching her by the way she looks around. I’m very cautious, there is no way she can see me standing in the dark romanticizing.
I have a good view over her apartment. She glides like an Angel to the bathroom, getting undressed, delicately slipping into the bath, a glass of wine in her hand……. If only, if only….
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Asbeth is thinking about her day, how well the diner is doing….
She is furious with Dido; he promised her shares since the first day they opened. That was five years ago! The diner is acknowledged by the rich and renowned. Customers have to book weeks in advance just to find a table.
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She is covered in a cloud of bubbles, sipping on her wine. She seems restless, not peaceful like other nights. I wish I can reach out to her, hold her….
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It is a Saturday night evening, Asbeth knows Dido is still at the restaurant, working on creative recipes, attending to last minute essentials for the next day….
With a sudden urgency she bathed and dress in a pair of black jeans, black jersey and black beanie, hiding her hair. She looks at herself in the mirror, the only thing staring back; her eyes, tired and cold….
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I am flabbergasted, the one moment she was peaceful bathing, the next unexpectedly dressed in black jeans, black jersey and a beanie. What is she up to?
An angel hiding in black, smelling of coconut is standing outside, her hands in her pockets. She seems uncertain of where to go. I’m curious about her peculiar behaviour tonight.
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Asbeth walk into the cold, putting her hands in her pockets, she is hesitant. She thinks it will be better to take a different route than usual. She walks to the nearest bus station, taking the first bus to a residential area, out of town. From there she can take the subway back to town.
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She surprises me when she walks to the bus station. I keep a few paces behind her, staying in the shadows. She takes the first bus out of town. At the last moment, I jump on and sit at the back of the bus, watching her. She is staring out of the window, not taking note of her surroundings. She appears jumpy, nervous. Why does she take a bus way out here?

What will happen next……….?
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DavidBokolo

DavidBokolo

January 2, 2016 - 13:02 I hate stalkers. They could be mean and dangerous. please, V. I hope you will not take that line. Just my thoughts. Write your story with all the punch you could fix on it.
Velantra

Velantra

January 2, 2016 - 17:45 It does take a weird turn. :-)
LUIS KAY

LUIS KAY

January 8, 2016 - 10:31 Stalkers give me the creeps.. nice story i love the plot
Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

May 4, 2016 - 06:39 Nice suspenseful beginning. Luckily the second part has also been published. So I will start on that immediately! :-) Hi Velantra How are you? Lovely writing Love , Sharmishtha
Velantra

Velantra

May 20, 2016 - 09:24 Hi my friend, it has been crazy. this is a weird year every one is well and then we get sick again my daughter has bronchitis again. I was sick for 3 weeks. And it is cleaning the house and washing and, and, and.... I cant keep up anymore. I'm so tired....... How are you doing? thanks for all the up votes....

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