My Stalker
How is a person’s worth judged?
Published in
Apr 2, 2021
I abruptly spun around.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, as he collided with me.
I sighed like a deflating balloon. “Listen, I’m grateful to have a stalker. I know not everyone can, and those who don’t feel neglected, dejected, and rejected. We’re worthless if we’re not stalked.”
He nodded.
“But please put some effort into stalking. Send me creepy texts, make sinister calls, slip raunchy notes in my mailbox, press your nose to my window at 2 a.m., and try to hide while you’re following me.”
“Would you stalk me to show me how?”
“Clever, but that’s not going to work.”
