Red Hoodie

I’m nineteen, walking a dog at 2 AM. I spot Red Hoodie. He pauses. I walk faster. I make the block 3 times after. 1st time: ignores his conversation partner. 2nd time: is gone. 3rd time: follows me in his car. I look at the sidewalk to guide me back home. I’m twenty-four with aContinue reading “Red Hoodie”