Sarah stared at the time. An hour left. Rolly, the ragamuffin cat, would help her forget the day it was.
Buildings lined Sarah’s walking route home. Fused to one another, except for street separations and an opening between two businesses. Sarah rarely looked in.
Evening darkness set in earlier with autumn’s progression. Sarah paced cautiously, aware of the chilly breeze, noting crinkled leaves from roadside trees tumbling towards her.
She was not aware that a shadow had emerged from the opening she had passed and was following her steps.