I wrote this story for NYC Midnight 100 word contest and it didn’t even fall in the top 15, sadness, but I guess that means it now belongs to my website!
So here I present you,
Reflection of an Identity Thief
The reflection in the shop window notified her of the stalker. The person looked familiar, but what was their name?
She turned down an alley where they followed, exposed by a shiny dumpster. Were they mad at her? If friendly, why didn’t they say hello?
She ran.
A bus shelter revealed they were running too. Fear discorded her heartbeat. Thump, wump.
Flight flipped to fight. She stopped, spun, ready.
The street was empty.
Stepping to a decorative mirror, she saw the pursuer stare back. Hands shot out, grabbed her throat and held tight.
“Never forget me!” she screamed at herself.
Norma Rrae
Norma Rrae 
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