by Blake Pierce
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After Cindy MacKinnon got into her car, she sat there for a moment, feeling shaken and not knowing why. She remembered the weird feeling she’d just had back in the supermarket. It was an uncanny, irrational feeling of being watched. But it was more than that. It took her a few moments to put her finger on it.
Finally, she realized it was a feeling that someone had meant her harm.
She shivered deeply. During the last few days, that feeling had been coming and going. She chided herself, sure that it was completely groundless.
She shook her head, ridding herself of any vestiges of that feeling. As she started her car, she forced herself to think of something else, and she smiled at her cell phone conversation with her sister, Becky. Later this afternoon, Cindy would help her throw a big birthday party her three-year-old daughter, complete with cake and balloons.
It would be a beautiful day, she thought.
