The Watcher

The man stood against the building and pulled his collar closer. He rubbed the goosebumps on his shivering arms and wished his work would take him to the beach for a change. Instead, there he stood, in the middle of a blizzard. Waiting. Watching. The more he stood there, the more he hated his job.

“Finally,” he said.

A young woman stepped out of the house and shivered as a gust of snow blasted her face. Days like this made her wish she was laying on a beach somewhere where the drinks came with little colored umbrellas. She cursed her job and the weather as she started down the street toward the bus stop.

The man followed her through the snow. He had to do it before she reached the main street if he was going to do it at all. If he didn’t, though, there was no reason to go back home – his life would be over.

“Breath,” he told himself. “It’s easy. Pull it out, and just do it.”

He picked up his pace until he was just behind her. “Jessica!” he yelled though the wind.

She turned around and looked down. Her brow creased in confusion as a small man dressed in green tights and a red and green jacket ran up to her and threw a candy cane at her. “What?”

The man was gone in the blink of an eye. She stooped and picked up the candy cane. She looked around and was secretly relieved to find that the storm was so bad, she couldn’t even see the houses across the street. 

Jessica looked at the candy cane. “Huh,” said said. “Naughty list,” she said twisting the cane in her hand. She chuckled, shook her head, and popped the candy cane in her mouth. She didn’t want to miss her bus.

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