Higher Power New York City Stalkers By admin Posted on July 1, 2017 1 min read 0 Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr They stalked me the length of the block, down the subway stairs, onto the #2 train, through the whole ride to 96th Street, where they got off and changed to the #1 along with me. Upstairs at 116th Street, what did I meet but those same stalking fragrances: not sweet, no, not those—the pungent ones that promised pleasures beyond measure that they could not deliver and never would. I said a prayer to my HP, “Please, please deliver me. Give me strength to keep on walking past the cafes, the markets, and the carts with the scents that they send stalking me.” So, one foot after the other, I finally reach the cover and the safety of my own quiet flat, with its kitchen filled with healthy food, and herbs and spices to make it taste good, to keep those tempting stalkers at bay for one more day. — Charlotte M