The Incompetent Stalker

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.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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