The previous day’s bad weather had left the car in a bit of
a state, the doors and sills were covered in mud and it was almost impossible
see through the windows and so, with the first sweep of the sponge it was great
to see the black bodywork come back to life.
I’d been working for about five minutes before the feeling
of being watched started to creep over me. I stopped and looked around, curious
to see who else was out at that time of the morning, but I appeared to be
alone. Shrugging it off I carried on with the cleaning, but, as I got to the
passenger side door the feeling returned and a glance in the nearside mirror
brought a cold chill to the back of my neck.
My watcher was standing looking down on me, he wasn’t very
tall but as he moved his head his cold staring eyes gave him a look of arrogant
menace. I’d seen his type many times before and I had a bad feeling of what was
to come.
It was 8.00 and the car was looking good, time left to pick
up my diary and get to my first appointment. Apart from a couple of glances
towards my watcher I had managed to put him out of my mind, as I walked back
inside I had a quick look around and noticed he was no longer there, I felt a
bit daft then as I closed the door.
The sight that met me as I returned outside was, I suppose,
only to be expected, the watcher had left his calling card, down the length of
the roof, across the windscreen and over the bonnet, like a line of bullet
holes.
My eyes started searching for him and I didn’t have far to
look, there he stood on the roof, an evil look on his face as his eyes followed
me as I walked to the hosepipe, the air turning blue as I called him every name
that I could think of.
I’m sure he knew what fate awaited him if he ever came
within reach of me but for now he knew he was safe. Having to wash the car
again was bad enough, hearing that screeching laugh of his
just added insult to injury.
As the stinking mess slid from the car the thoughts of
revenge had already started forming.
by Mike Lanyon
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