My entry for this months writing prompt at Velvet Verbosity:
This follows on from the previous entry: THE WATCHER
THE WATCHER – PART 2
Outside her house she could see someone standing in the rain, silhouetted in the remnants of the dying streetlight. Two eyes watched her. She tried not to think about it but the immovable figure’s presence unnerved her. What kind of madman stood in the middle of a storm?
That was bad enough but she knew what date it was. A watcher spent only a certain amount of time in each city. Soon it would be her time to move and leave everything behind.
Unless they bumped her up a rank. She’d heard some watchers even got a permanent post.