Sher Mason was being followed. She felt the prickly hair…

““Sher Mason was being followed.  She felt the prickly hair on the back of her neck as it stood straight up. What she didn’t understand was why anyone wanted to follow her. Sher ran a deli in the north suburbs of Northglenn, Colorado. Although her deli was popular, it wasn’t a high profile business. She was returning from a shopping trip in Denver, driving north on Interstate 25.  She hadn’t wanted to go downtown today, but needed some supplies so that she could start working on her fall display window.  Regardless, none of this offered an explanation as to why someone was following her.  She couldn’t see who followed her since it was after two in the afternoon, and there was a lot of traffic on the road. She looked again in the rear-view mirror, and saw that the black SUV changed lanes. It maneuvered closer to her. As she looked back to the road, she realized her exit came next. She jerked the wheel to the right to get off the interstate, and as she did, the black SUV exited also. What did she do now? She remembered a police station was only two blocks up the road on the left. She stomped on the gas pedal, and hoped no one was in the intersection coming up, and that the light would stay green. As luck had it, the light turned yellow as she sped through and made a quick left turn into the parking lot of the police station.  Glancing back her breath caught as she saw the SUV slow down.  Please keep””

— Elizabeth Sherry