Bad Feeling
written by: Arlene J Placer
Did he realize when he stepped off the curb what was awaiting him?
Yes!
Well, sort of.
All day, he had a sense of foreboding that kept nagging at him.
Tickling down his spine.
Sometimes so bad he involuntarily looked over his shoulder.
So weird!
He once walked to his office door and peeped out as if expecting— what?
He kept shrugging it off.
Thinking he was getting old.
Getting old?
Hell!
He was forty today!
Maybe that’s what’s going on!
His head kept repeating the words, ‘you’re old.’
But he left the building and stood at the curb.
Forty—forty— his heart beat a rhythm.
Forty—forty.
And his left foot, in its black shoe, stepped off the curb.
A woman of 83 who only discovered writing in her 70s. Short stories, haiku, and fanfiction.
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