They Stare

They keep watching me. I don’t know why. I wonder if it’s because they think I stare. I know I zone out. It looks like I’m staring, but I’m not processing the image.

My chest tightens. I feel judgment. But when you don't commit any crime, a special kind of fear grows. What’s their plan? Why me?

One of them watched me as I was leaving work today. But this time, I watched her back. I realized, it wasn’t the stare of a some sinister plotter, or of intent to harm.

It was the gaze of prey watching a predator.