Friday Fictioneers: Stalking


For three months, I have come to this cafe every morning, just for a chance to catch him sitting at his usual spot across the street. Some would call this stalking but I beg to differ. It’s not stalking if the stalkee cannot see the stalker. I wish I could just cross the street and introduce myself but every time I got up, my heart would start pounding and legs would buckle, I simply couldn’t do it.

“When are you gonna go over there?” My friend and waitress, Laina, asked one day.

I quietly sipped my coffee, “How about never.”

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.


10 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Stalking

  1. i think i found a typo: should “i beg the differ” be “i beg to differ?” by the way, it’s not ladylike to introduce herself to a guy, but it’s ok to drop a scarf while walking near him. just make sure he notices it. 🙂

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    • Thanks for pointing it out. It’s one of those things I hear people say all the time but don’t actually know the words they use.
      Well, what if the guy, say, is her estrange father? I’d say go for it but yeah, I think if she likes him, I’d say make that move. Thanks for reading.


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