The Digital Stalker
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him following us at a distance, trying to act as though he is just strolling through the store. I’m afraid to make eye contact but can’t resist. He flashes a smile, more wolf-like than friendly. I manage a weak nod.
I whisper to my wife, “I think we have a stalker.” She nods and we pick up our pace but it’s no use. Our tail is too skilled and…