He walks the rain spattered streets of Mumbai silently. He can't speak, even if he wanted to. He looks at his hand. The structure seems familiar, too familiar. He cannot remember much. Nor does he even care about. Only pure instinct carries him forward.
Today takes the cake. It's so late, it isn't even today anymore. She sees no one on the streets. A feeling of relief comes over her, and at the same time sends a chill down her spine. If there's no one, no one's there to hurt her. But if some one steps out of the shadows meaning her harm, there'll be no one to save her. She hears a twig break behind her and looks back. No one. Probably a cat, she thinks. No, not only thinks. She wishes and hopes it was just a cat. Again. No, now it definitely sounds like someone's approaching. Her heart quickens, and so does her pace. She wants to look behind, but she doesn't. What if her pursuer isn't human? What if it's something she's better off not seeing? Then she wonders why she's so afraid? No one's ever seen a ghost. She feels calm for a moment. then afraid again. What if she's the lucky one?
She can make a run for it. What if it makes the pursuer run faster? She can't stand not knowing who or what it is that's following her. Following her? How did she come up with such a stupid assumption? It just might be another late traveler. She finally turns around. Her eyes go wide with shock and terror. She runs in the direction of her apartment, and doesn't stop until she makes it past her main door, twelve flights of stairs up. She immediately runs to the balcony window to see whether her pursuer is still following her. To her relief, he isn't. He? Too kind a word. She falls into her bed and drifts asleep.
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