For all you campaigners out there, this is my response to the first challenge. If you aren't in the campaign, hop on over to Rach Writes and read all about it. Hope you enjoy my entry and I can't wait to see what others have come up with! Happy writing!
P.S. I'm #95 of the list of campaigners who have entered the challenge, so if you are a campaigner and like my story, go give it a thumbs up! I'm going to be trying to make it to as many as possible and voting for my favorite ones! Thanks!
Word Count: 200
To Catch a Stalker
By Diane D. Gillette
Shadows crept across the wall. I wished for a chameleon-esque miracle so I could become a shadow myself, but I stuck out like a splatter of orange paint on a black canvas. Cal's gaze flicked to me immediately.
Experiencing mouth-mind failure, I smiled and waved. Heat ravaged my face.
“Are you. . . er. . . wearing my shirt?” he asked, indicating the hoodie from his alma mater.
It was an awkward moment, especially since it was all I wore.
“Oh, this. No.”
“Oh,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “How – well, I mean, what are you doing here?”
“Yes. Um, I guess you would be wondering that.”
It didn't seem to be worthwhile to point out that I had planned to be gone long before he’d returned home from work. I'd never stayed so late before. I'd simply gotten caught in the fantasy of belonging to Cal. The smell of his clothes. The feel of his sheets. But I could hardly say so.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I forced my eyes to roll back and let my knees give out. His hands reached and caught me. I was in his embrace. Everything else faded.
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