Being followed

Ashwin Goyal

Nov 10, 2023

I run, my breath ragged, heart pounding. Every turn I take, they're there. I can't see their face clearly, but their presence is unmistakable.

I duck, swerve, and twist, trying to lose them. Their eyes, void of emotion, follow my every move. It's like they're not just looking at me, but through me, seeing something I can't understand.

I make a quick turn, hoping to throw them off, but as I glance back, there's another one. Just like the first, they watch me with the same eerie, unblinking stare. What do they want? Why won't they leave me alone?

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I abandon my shopping cart and rush towards the exit, away from pesky sales attendants.

Catching a cold

“If this is the end, why can’t it be quick?” I wonder out loud, my nose running like a leaky faucet. “Please,” I whisper to no one in particular, hoping for some relief from the blanket of ick. “I won’t neglect my health again,” I whisper to the

Buying hope

I can picture it so clearly: all my friends huddled around the ultra high-definition TV, laughing and cheering. We're lounging on plush, cushioned seats, the latest console glowing in the corner. I can hear the collective gasps, see the fists pumping, feel the breaths held. So, I swipe