Odessa's Choice

Mysterious observer

I’d been following her for ages. She’d walked more than five miles with ease. She hadn’t even noticed me. It was getting dark out. She was new, definitely new. I’d lived in Spring Valley all my life and I’d never seen her before. I would have remembered someone so exotic looking. She was definitely Persian or something, with that pointed nose and her defined cheekbones. No one around here looked like that. She stopped walking and sighed. “What are you doing Odessa?”