Ever had that terrible feeling that somebody is following you? Perhaps you have caught a late night train and while you are walking home, the streets are deserted. Suddenly you are aware of footsteps. You want to turn round to see who is behind you, but your growing anxiety prevents you from doing so. You increase your pace in the hope that you can lose this unknown person who you perceive to be following your trail. When you finally get home the relief is palpable.
In my book of short stories, Flight of Destiny, at the end of my story called “Cast from Hell” , there is a similar situation to the above scenario.
The train arrived late in the evening at the station nearest my parents’ house. It was dark and deserted, and I felt truly alone. I breathed a sigh of relief and began dragging my case down…
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