Almost Caught

The heart pounds, the mind rambles as you scan the premises for a good place....if only you could hide behind a former self.

You hope and pray he hadn't glimpsed you, you cross you fingers and toes in hopes that today would not be the day to deal. In an instant you convince yourself that you have escaped, you've made it, then as you are about to unveil yourself again, having hoped you had been successful in assuming chamaeleonlike characteristics and blended into the concrete, you realise that he's still there...waiting.

You can't turn back now....damn why didn't you drive over, you scold......the distance is lessening, what will you say, how will you act, ten more feet and you will have to swallow the lump in your throat and actually speak......where is your saviour you wonder, let something, someone, anything intercept him, intercept you.....it doesn't matter who or what.....You see a colleague you concentrate on moving him through telekinesis to your side...it doesn't work....you call out Hi.....he stops, thank goodness, you shake hands and socially embrace, and you realise that you are saved...you look over his shoulder and realize that he has gone....whew.

You think to yourself that that was too close.....and you hope that you will only have to deal like this on very few more occasions, until you are healed......for now you are calm because the coward you are lives to fight another day.