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I like short stories too. Reading and writing long stories no longer catches my interest like it used to....
Short stories have become my favorite in short (pun intended)

nice piece @mynd44 The Follower will be an appropriate title. I know you grab it

novakane:
I'd like to form my own "heavy metal" band but i'm in dire need of a "lead" guitarist.

You need me, I play brass instruments...

The battered landcruiser returned. It was still driven by the corporal that looked like a dwarf bodybuilder. His pencil and cigarrete stuck in each ear.


Kamal stood in front of his compound. His rifle loaded and slung on his shoulder like a cattle rearer. He was gazing at the vehicle nonchanantly. There were three policemen and a German shepherd in the backseat. A bespectacled officer was riding shotgun.
They all alighted except corporal Wale who was reclining his seat and lighting a cigarette.

The police - men and dog from the backseat merely looked at the guard as they entered the crime scene compound. The dog wasnt restrained. It was quite. Maybe it's mute - he snickered. Or maybe the dumbass cops overfed it. They wore gloves and one was carrying a video camera. Like seriously?.... He almost laughed.

The bespectacled officer stayed on the street and appeared to be surveying the adjacent compounds. Maybe he was searching for CCTV cameras. Kamal mused.

He was wearing a glock 16 in his hip holster and looked professional but uncertain.

Kamal kept his distance and eyes on the officer, occasionally spying the smoking corporal Wale.
The officer looked in the drainage and murmured to himself. He seemed to be measuring a footprint with his.... He picked a cigarrete stub and sniffed it before he pocketed it.
He looked at the utility poles on the street and down towards Kamals compound. That was when he appeared to see him for the first time. He nodded.

He must be myopic. Kamal thought mischievously.
The police dog started barking furiously and one of the policemen was either shouting it down or giving it orders. He heard them called it Sergeant Barwa.
The dogs from next street were barking at the top of their lungs too now if there was ever anything like that.....
It was then that Kamal guessed that they must be Alsatians too. Maybe three or four....