He heard the clicking of the footsteps as if they were a drum pounding the pavement. It was behind him, dressed in a black trench coat and a scarred face. It never spoke a word to him, but he knew.
The timer had started on the rest of his life.
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #97, which is kicking off the new year with a microfiction challenge.