Prompt:
In all the spy books or movies, you’re told the best way to check if you’re being followed is to use a shop window or other shiny surface to get a view behind you, without it being obvious to the tail that you’re looking for a tail. I never really believed this detail of ‘street-craft’, despite being the Smiley fan that I am though.
Until today.
Today? Yup. Today was different, today, I found out I was being followed. I’d driven into a local town to get some shopping items. We’d split up a few weeks ago and I was cooking for one now.
I hate shopping to be honest, a quick in and out, ticking off items as quickly as possible, generally is all I can bear but today, I was obviously feeling less than usually misanthropic and was almost aimlessly wandering along the High Street parade of shops, taking a look in each. Well, those that were still un-damaged and un-boarded-up and actually sold something apart from vapes, knock-off ciggies or bets on the nags & dogs.
In the window of the last shop, I saw the same bloke I’d seen everywhere I’d been. He was looking intently at me, taking a photo, writing in a notebook. I swung around, in his face. “Who the fuck are you”?
“Baaaah, humbug” he said. “Your missus paid me to tail you”.
