Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #560

Words:  sigh, library, flickering, line, magic, monsoon,
        stalk, hunch, cruel, disguise, impulse, thud


He did not mean
any harm, but knew
he was devoid
of charm.  On
impulse, he donned
a disguise.  Waited
for flickering lights
in the library where
she worked to go out.
She exited.  Not a
cruel sort, his
intention was not
to stalk her.  Yet,
he found himself
following her for
three magical nights.
On the fourth, thud!
He dropped his backpack,
sighed.  She swung
around, mouth set 
in an angry line.  
A monsoon of vitriol
erupted.  Seems she
had a hunch she was
being followed.  Lights
appeared in nearby
windows.  He apologized.
She punched him.  He ran.

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