Here’s today’s prompt:
Your character is being followed.
The street was empty except for him. It was cold out; he turned the collar of his coat up to block out the freezing wind. He blew a puff of hot breath into his cupped hands as he waited for the crosswalk signal. That’s when he heard it.
A soft pat, pat behind him made his heart drop.
He didn’t turn to see who it was. Probably nothing, he thought. Still, he crossed the street with haste and picked up his pace.
The sound followed him and picked up speed. He quickly turned a corner and hid in the shadows. He waited for the figure to pass, but it never did. He stood for what felt like an eternity.
I must be going mad. Look smart now, he told himself.
He continued on his way home. He saw the walk-up brownstone just down the block.
As he walked leisurely, he started to feel silly. That is, until he heard the steps again. This time, it sounded as though someone else had joined. Throwing caution to the wind, he sprinted as fast as he could to his front door. He fumbled with his keys as the pounding of the feet grew louder. They were closing in as he finally heard the lock click. He fell inside and slammed the door behind him, sliding every lock into place.
He steadied his breath and looked out the peephole. He needed to be able to describe his assailants when he called the police. He peered out the hole and saw no one.
Laughing to himself, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, unaware of the two cats that had cuddled up on his porch.