u200bu200bSu’a Cravens peeks at his rear view mirror. The car behind him looks familiar. It was behind him when he was waiting to pull out of the grocery store parking lot. It looks a lot like the car that was behind him yesterday. A minute later, it's still there. That is the same car as yesterday... isn’t it?
He takes a right and glances at the mirror again. That car is still there. His chest tightens, he grips the wheel tighter, palms sweating. His mind goes to the wave of hate enveloping his social media accounts.