As Sarah walked through her garden and into the kitchen through the back door, she had an uneasy feeling, like an invisible presence was watching; so close, she could feel its breath at the back of her spine. She stopped to looked around but didn't spot anything or anyone then continued her slow, pensive stroll back into the house. 
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Life hasn't been too kind to Mr. Tom, he lost his wife, two kids and legs in a ghastly car crash 7months ago. He would spend hours sat in one spot, soliloquizing, talking about how life dealt him a pretty fucked up hand.
Sometimes in life, the simple things make a world of difference; the place you buy your hot dog on your way to work, your usual restaurant or that cute little snack you spend your afternoons spying on with your binoculars. Hey, I don't make the rules but if I did, I'd have told God not to put Mr. Tom in a neighborhood where Sarah reminded if of his wife. He needed his vitamins after all, who am I to judge?