#Writing Dare – 299 words

“Was she stalking me?” he asked, leaning across the table.

“I’ve never seen her before today” I replied. A half lie that lay between us.   He knew it, I knew it.

The other police man handed me a cup of tea, smiling, trying to re-assure me.

“Did you want sugar with that?” he asked.

“No… no… I’m actually fine” I said, my shaking hands giving lie to that statement.

My thoughts blurred as I tried to remember if and where I’d seen that woman before. She’d come to the front desk yesterday and asked for him by name, a large package in her hands. Well, I think it was her, the clothes looked familiar. Who would forget a real Gucci bag? The quality stood out, none of this knock-off stuff you get down the market, this was real class. Had I seen her before? Perhaps… Maybe.

“I’m sorry… did you say something?” I came back to the room with a jolt.

“I asked if you wanted anything else.”

Trying to focus and now feeling slightly sick, the world started spinning, my ears filling with a roaring sound, I felt hot and cold.

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel too good….” With a thump, I fainted and slid onto the floor.

I came round to find that a doctor standing over me, checking my pulse. They took me home in an unmarked car, not saying much.

It was a relief to get inside the house and lock the door. I sat for hours, running through the questions they’d asked me, over and over. Who would have thought the woman would have died in his office? I really didn’t know who she was, nor did I care.

Was that bitch stalking him? No idea, none at all. Honest.

 

 

But I certainly am.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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