Originally published in The Horror Tree: Trembling With Fear, copyright (c) 2018
I drive down darkened side-streets.
I turn left.
I pull right. Speed onto the interstate. Swerve between lanes.
He skids, jerks, mimics every move. Rides my bumper.
I skid to the shoulder.
Our tires squeal to a halt.
I exit. Bang his window. "Why are you following?"
His waxen face shines. My own maniac smile spreads beneath eyes, raw as butcher's meat. He's me. And he'll always follow.
Ghostly bourbon fumes swim in streetlamp vertigo.
I stumble to my car.
Fumble for keys.
Headlights blur the mirrors.
And I've already forgotten who.
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