Every time I go back to the apartment, I feel like someone’s watching me.
My husband tells me it’s just paranoia, but when the sunset lengthens the shadows, my skin always begins to crawl. I can feel them, over that way, watching and waiting for something.
All in my head, my husband insists. The only thing “out there” is the Pacific Ocean, uninterrupted for at least five thousand miles. Who do you think is watching, exactly?
The whales had been watching humans develop in downtown San Francisco just before the tsunami arrived.
…It was there just a moment ago…
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: