November 3, 2017
Oh how she was so beautiful! The way her hands shook when she tried to dab my shirt, free of the coffee she spilt on me. How the color rose to her pale white cheeks when I grabbed her hand, and moved her red hair out of her face.. I knew this one was different. Now I just couldn't wait to get to know her.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a middle age stalker
Mystery / ThrillerA short story about a middle aged stalker written by some friends and I. Enjoy!!
