Iggy watched as she ducked out of the bakery, hugging her coat tighter to ward off the lingering dampness of this October morning. London can be so dreary in autumn; all bluster and little sunshine. The wind kicked up at her back, whipping honey-dipped hair into her face as she struggled to maintain balance while carrying her breakfast tea and the sack containing a doughnut. He smiled. She was going to be late for work again.
He stayed with her as she made her way through the bustle of commuters hurrying, as she was, to and from the platform for the tram. It was a nightmare going uptown at this hour, but he never lost sight of her. Everyone jostled for position as they boarded and it was easy to hide himself.
As she boarded the tram, Letty felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. It had been like this for weeks. She would roll out of bed, the smell of the dog-end of a fag she didn’t remember smoking wafting from her bedside, her mouth tasting like she drank the stock of the nearest off-licence. After having a slash and quick shower, she would throw on the cleanest pair of trousers and a blouse, then rush down to the coffee house for breakfast.
Exiting, an eerie feeling would climb up her spine and lodge itself in the back of her mind. It felt as if she was being followed, but a quick assessment yielded no obvious signs of a watchful eye. Quickening her step around the bend to the tram platform, she tried to lose herself in the on board crowd.
Upon arrival at the office, Iggy checked to see she made it safely to her desk on the third floor before donning his coveralls and losing himself in the mind-numbing tasks of IT recovery.
His job in the bowels of the building afforded him plenty of time alone and, having installed spyware on her work computer, he looked in on her from time to time using the built in cam. Silly girl. She had no idea he was there, staring into her hyacinth eyes as they scanned documents, laughing as her eyelids drooped sleepily as the day wore on.
From the opposite side of the canteen, he studied her ovoid face and wishing he could touch her creamy, freckled skin. How he longed to be near her. The feeling was magnetic.
End of the day brain fog accompanied Letty to the pub after work, followed by the comforting fuzz of mild drunkenness. It still felt as if there were eyes trained on her, but the constant flow of ale made it seem unimportant.
She drank, she caroused with her colleagues, she tried to forget about the veritable shit box that was her life. After consuming a few nips over her limit, she stumbled out of the merry cacophony and into the cold bite of the night’s harvest breeze.
Walking back to her dingy flat, alone in the encroaching darkness and weak streetlamps, a shiver made its way up her spine. She could feel him now and she was afraid.
A shiver of anticipation made its way up Iggy’s spine. Tonight was the night. She was a bit knackered; more than usual, he thinks. Lighting up a fag, he walks with his head down. She doesn’t notice him; not yet. All was going according to plan.
He watched from the high-street as she staggered into the lift and began her ascent, then sauntered up the stairs after her. When he arrived, she was beginning to close the door behind her, so he slipped in quietly before it could latch. At last, they were alone.
Letty fumbled her keys once, twice, trying to get the door open, then stumbled in when the latch released. She felt around in the dark for the light switch while attempting to close the door behind her.
She heard the door shut as she found the switch, squinting at the sudden light reflecting off the rusted mirror in the hall. Placing her keys on the table underneath, she braced herself against it to stem the wave of dizziness she felt. After it passed, she looked up into the mirror.
He crept silently around to the kitchen and back before she had gained some control of herself. Taking a deep breath, Iggy came up behind her and, as she raised her head, looked directly into her eyes reflecting back from the mirror.
She saw him! There, in the glint of her eye, Letty could see him! After weeks of searching, he was there and she opened her mouth to scream…
He plunged the knife in once, twice. He felt vindicated as the moment he’d planned for came to fruition. Then a burning pain moved across his abdomen and he looked down. He found himself bleeding profusely, yet he still held the bloody instrument in his hands.
Confused, he looked up into the mirror and saw she reflected there, a hand clutched to a gaping wound, a knife sliding unchecked from the other. Her thin lips were open in a half-realized scream, but he could no longer see himself as the surging pain overtook him.
Crumpling to the floor, blood seeping into the shag carpet, life draining from her body, Iggy had time to think one final thought
“When they find her, will they see me?”
His and Hers ©Robin Allen 2015
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