Black and blue #23

Stalker #2

It was way hotter than usual that morning. I was walking to school, perspiring heavily.

Halfway, I heard the sound I dreaded-the whirring of a motorcycle.

I moved to one end of the sidewalk, and kept on going, wanting to pretend I was oblivious of him.

The motorcycle passed by me. Just when I thought it was over, a hand brushed over my breast. It was only for seconds.

I froze. At the same time, I saw the bike speed away, leaving a cloud of smoke. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. No helmet. He had short cropped hair. I'd never seen him before.

I don't know how long I was rooted to the spot before I started walking again.

It was a mistake, surely? This wasn't happening to me. No, it didn't happen. It was my imagination.

- Prachi Percy