Different To The Others

From a series of short form fictions taking inspiration from collage

“Are you following me?” He called out, in an off-hand manner.
The voice – familiar as it was, sounded close behind me. I turned around startled, “Am I, following you?” I said, conveying a degree of the confusion I felt regarding his question. “I could ask you the same, Peter.” If I didn’t know him, if at that moment I hadn’t felt an immediate and inexplicable chemical attraction towards him, there – stood staring down at his shoes with his hands in his pockets… I would have described the situation as unnervingly creepy. “I’m going to the show. Peter – what are you doing here?”

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