She had ignored them for too long, these warning bells ringing inside her head.
The man had always been creepy, his eyes lingering a little too long, his stance just a little too far into her personal space.
Thinking she was being too sensitive, she had shrugged it off, or worse, accepted it.
But it started to go farther than that. As he smiled, his teeth seemed too pointy. His eyes sometimes gained a red gleam as he looked at her.
And she could have sworn she saw a tail flick behind him once.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
