Sally was uncomfortable with the whole scenario.
It had started without any card attached.
Then proceeded to an unsigned card with cut out words that simply said,
I saw you today. You look beautiful in white.
I saw you today. You look ravishing in red.
I saw you today. You look gorgeous in green.
All in reference to the colour she wore that day.
By day sixteen she was tired.
The notes had changed their tone. They now read:
I want you. To be mine.
I need you. You must be mine.
I will have you. You have no choice.
The stairwell to her apartment now scared her.
Her neighbours all looked like suspects in her eyes.
Could it be one of the three odd flatmates in the opposite flat?
Was it the shirtless guy who stood on his patio every evening smoking as she walked home from work?
Was it the old geezer who always passed her on the street with his dog?
She didn’t know what to think anymore.
This was no longer funny.
It is time to report to the police.
The Daily Post prompt Secret Admirers
You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you.