round robin – I’m being followed :|
He realized he was being followed almost immediately.
Almost immediately, because for the first two seconds, he had tripped on the tricky step of the store’s entrance, and he had jammed his toe against the side of the doorway and it hurt like a bitch and it’d been healing so nicely and now he had to go down to the pharmacy for some ointment to put on the damn thing and he reallllly didn’t want to do that because the quickest way there passed the cemetery and he didn’t have the time to go the long way and hey, was he being followed? Oh goddammit.
Huffing a sigh through his mouth, he straightened from the doorway and turned toward home. Halfway there, he turned toward the pharmacy. He really needed that damn ointment and his toe was hurting too much now for him to go the long way, even if Amia would forgive him for being a little late despite his fervent promises to the contrary the last time she’d smacked his brains out for being late.
The cemetery route it would have to be, then, and while he was there, maybe he could pass through the cemetery and corner his tail and ask the sucker what he wanted. No one, as a rule, passed or passed through the cemetery for fun, and he was nearly sure there funeral hadn’t been scheduled today. He would have seen the procession of black cars by now if there had been.
He walked as quickly as his toe would let him, and, almost before he could register it, he was at the cemetery entrance. Everyone going to the cemetery experienced this, of getting there before realizing it or registering the journey there. He knew, intellectually, that the stores standing nearby were a flower shop and a restaurant, but the memory of walking past them was foggy in his brain, like an early-morning dream.
He hesitated before the entrance, his right hand sapping the cold from metal that never really got warm, and then he pushed the gate open, the hinges making nary a creak, and stepped inside.
round robin | Jac the Tripper | 13 June 2009 |
