#17 Hunter

Hiding, covered, virtually invisible.
Patiently waiting.
Calm, collected, relaxed.
She will come.
He knows.
She passes this way at exactly 5:27 every day.
A careful glance at the watch.
Five minutes.
The heart rate rises almost imperceptibly. Perhaps from about 60 to 65 BPM. Tiny, almost microscopic pinpricks of sweat appear on his forehead and palms.
He has waited for an hour… Five minutes left. He breathes carefully. The heart rate drops.
At the beginning excitement coursed through him when he hunted.
And he made mistakes.
Not anymore.
No mistakes.
The click of high heels.

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