Tom is following her home from school again.
Not again. How can he be so stupid.
Does he not realise she can see what he’s up to, hiding behind cars while she’s in the supermarket, his head emerging then when she exits, his head slowly hovering behind the car windows like a loch ness neck moving along the water in postcards from the beyond?
Did it look like he was going to stop?
Certainly not then, no.
She wouldn’t say anything, but she decided tomorrow to take a picture instead when again the creature surfaced and maybe sell it to Scotland where they’re interested in that sort of thing.
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