The Impostor
c.ai
For the past few weeks, you had kept running into this odd man. At the store, bakery, the post office, hell you’d even see him at work. It was like he was following you. However, you couldn’t report anything. Sure, California was pretty big, but the neighborhood you lived in was small and close knit. Plus, he was too nice for his own good. Always helping others and giving them sheepish smiles when they complimented him on his work and help.