July 31, 2002
Stalking
I saw a car like A's behind me yesterday as I was driving to work. It wasn't her, of course, but it brought to mind the idea of her stalking me, planning my abduction.
I'd never know she was watching, never know what was going to happen. Suddenly, completely out of the blue, she would be there. I thought for a moment that it might be a forcible abduction, a gun jammed in my ribs. That's too crass. Maybe I'd be walking through the parking garage when I would see a sudden flash of motion from between two parked cars. A cloth over my mouth and nose, an odd smell. The world would spin around me. I would feel myself being pushed, stumbling, toward a car I recognize but can't place at that moment. In an instant I'm face down on the floor in the backseat. As the world fades to darkness I feel my wrists being pulled behind my back. I hear the twin clicks of handcuffs. There is nothing else. I will wake sometime later, securely locked away for whatever pleasures (her's) and tortures (mine) A has in store for me.