He had stopped calling her name.
“Amanda, you might as well save yourself the trouble. I can see your shadow in the hallway.”
It was only a matter of time before he would reach her.
Her options were limited, and then they were gone.
Susan would like people to know the following:
First paying job was in grade school. A lunch snack or a new yo-yo would buy a story of your choosing. From a killer custodian to cafeteria comedy - to be told over recess. Gradually, believing grown ups know best, the joy of making others laugh or gasp was pushed aside in pursuit of more “realistic goals”. But the desire never left. When the ideas came, they were transcribed by flashlight. Caught on notebook pages only to be tucked away. Because - maybe someday. . .