Fallen Angel
07 Nov 2006, 21:18
He hides behind the dark bushes and waits patiently for some sign of life. It is then he sees her, walking gracefully through the park. Her brown hair shimmering in the sun and her bare flesh looking as gold as the sun itself. His breathing deepens and he begins to think of what he could do to this young woman. Silently but quickly he rises from his hiding place. His legs ache from the stiffness of his bones but the pain does not stop him swiftly following the woman back through the park. Moving at a gentle but swift pace he makes sure he would not easily arouse suspicion by reading a paper as he walks. All the while keeping a watchful eye on the delicate frame ahead of him.
After a long but entertaining time, he steps back and once more just stands silently watching her delicate frame walk up the concrete stairs into a new apartment block. At the last minute the woman turns around and looks down the street, as if searching for someone. He stands there with baited breath hoping to god that she didn’t spot his large figure watching just feet away from her open doorway. He is wrong and soon she heads in. Relaxing, he wonders if he will ever stop the circle in his head and slowly turns home.
Amy turned away from her door and set her laden satchel on the hall table. She was certain the man she had spotted as she glanced down the street looking for her friend Louise had followed her home. Yet, she thought nothing more of it as a quick look at the Victorian wall clock informed her that she only had two hours left until it was time to head to night school. A horn outside had indicated that Louise had arrived to pick her up for class. With one last sip of water Amy dashed out of the door. Preparing herself for a long drive and a night of some old man giving a lecture on the criminal mind.
Across the road, a figure standing by the window looks out and watches the same girl he had admired earlier leave for her usual night. He knew she would be back at eleven and his mind started exploring his own crazed imagination. He wanted to hold her, touch her, and in fact do quite a lot to her. Suddenly, he screams and tears start to flow down his rounded cheeks. He realizes what thoughts he was thinking and prays that it was all his imagination. Hoping, that the little trigger in the back of his mind does not cause him to act out his own “unhealthy” dream. As, he knows that he does not normally feel this way about anyone.He wondered why he had no control over his thoughts or feelings about this woman and any other young lady who crossed his path. Bearing that in mind he turned away from his position at the window and headed off to try and get a restful sleep.
After a long but entertaining time, he steps back and once more just stands silently watching her delicate frame walk up the concrete stairs into a new apartment block. At the last minute the woman turns around and looks down the street, as if searching for someone. He stands there with baited breath hoping to god that she didn’t spot his large figure watching just feet away from her open doorway. He is wrong and soon she heads in. Relaxing, he wonders if he will ever stop the circle in his head and slowly turns home.
Amy turned away from her door and set her laden satchel on the hall table. She was certain the man she had spotted as she glanced down the street looking for her friend Louise had followed her home. Yet, she thought nothing more of it as a quick look at the Victorian wall clock informed her that she only had two hours left until it was time to head to night school. A horn outside had indicated that Louise had arrived to pick her up for class. With one last sip of water Amy dashed out of the door. Preparing herself for a long drive and a night of some old man giving a lecture on the criminal mind.
Across the road, a figure standing by the window looks out and watches the same girl he had admired earlier leave for her usual night. He knew she would be back at eleven and his mind started exploring his own crazed imagination. He wanted to hold her, touch her, and in fact do quite a lot to her. Suddenly, he screams and tears start to flow down his rounded cheeks. He realizes what thoughts he was thinking and prays that it was all his imagination. Hoping, that the little trigger in the back of his mind does not cause him to act out his own “unhealthy” dream. As, he knows that he does not normally feel this way about anyone.He wondered why he had no control over his thoughts or feelings about this woman and any other young lady who crossed his path. Bearing that in mind he turned away from his position at the window and headed off to try and get a restful sleep.