Stalker

Glenda shrunk down behind the steering wheel as Keith walked past. The parking lot was dark but she still worried he might spot her. She remembered "The Hoove" from work - an arrogant, obnoxious piece of crud intent on building himself up by tearing those around him down. She was glad when he stopped showing up for work. She was even gladder when she heard that he'd run off with Brandi, that little tramp that had attached herself to Rusty.

She wondered how Keith had gotten into Rusty's truck without her noticing. She must have nodded off at some point during the three hours she'd been waiting in the lot. Rusty didn't usually spend so much time in The Ruby. She'd been following him much more intensely since the diner incident, trying to summon the courage to approach him again. In that time she'd gotten to know his routine a little. He'll go home now, she thought, unless this meeting with Keith has altered his plans. She watched Keith getting into a tricked out red Ford Fiesta, his smugness apparent even in the dim light. She heard Rusty's truck and watched as he eased out of the lot. As he passed under the lone light pole she could see his worried face. Glenda felt a pang of anguish. Rusty was such a sweet soul. He was probably terrified to find that pig Keith in his truck. She felt the anguish turn to hatred.

Glenda took a deep breath and started her car. Clinching the steering wheel, she eased out onto the highway, keeping a little distance between herself and the red Fiesta.