Her hair, despite the greatness of the cold wind, stayed serene and gelled solid. The darkness was perfect except the arrogance of the orange street-light and the occasional car that beamed faster than the thoughts in my head. The woman, so secretive, began to breathe deeply. The breath iced in mid-air and seemed to fade as it grew further into the open. The kind you could see. The kind, in elegant times, made you realise the fascination.

“Tell me!” I shouted, gritting my lips trying to obscure my fear. “Tell me why you’re stalking me!”