The Follower (standard:Suspense, 931 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Sep 30 2024	Views/Reads: 114/55	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
If you are being followed, it's not paranoia. Better run.

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train-guard and pointing up at her. The guard then spoke into his 
radio. She was exhausted, the effort of the escalator was too much, but 
her second wind kicked in and she surged upwards, glancing back to see 
the tramp and guard following her. 

She reached the top and rushed towards the ticket barrier, but people
were in the way, and she was stuck behind a teenage tourist with a 
ruck-sack taking their time getting out their rail-pass. “Move!” she 
shouted, but didn't notice, however, that beyond the barrier, a ticket- 
inspector and security-guard had moved towards her to block the way. 
“Move! He wants to eat my baby”. Most passengers around her stopped and 
stared. Including the tourist. She realised she had said that out loud. 
So it wasn't just the tramp looking at her. Now curious folk. One or 
two didn't care or hear her properly and passed through the barriers. 
She saw the inspector and guard and knew they were not going to let her 
pass. 

The tramp and other guard appeared. The downward escalator was blocked
by other passengers, gawkers watching the mad woman shouting about baby 
eating. There was nowhere to go. 

They all want it, she thought. They all want my baby. 

“Well you can't have him!” she screamed. However, she knew it was over,
and would hand the baby over eventually. The tramp tentatively edged 
forward, holding out an appeasing, calming hand. “It's okay,” he said, 
“I saw you. I saw you outside the hospital. You need to give the baby 
back to its mother”.


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