Mikiatures 11 - Stuck On You

Stuck On You
She’d been following him around all day, and it was getting beyond a joke.
            Mick had first noticed her in the bar as he had breakfast. Had she been on his tail all night? And, more to the point, why him? It wasn’t as if he had the most exciting of lives, spending as he did most of his waking day running up and down corridors and stairs, nipping out for the occasional coffee between classes. Couldn’t she have picked on Dick rather than Mick? To Mick’s knowledge, Darkhorse Dick spent his life roaming down back alleys, nipping in for the occasional class between coffees and goodness knows what else. How Dick spent his working day was a complete mystery, and surely deserving of further investigation.
            Mick had hoped to shake off his stalker at lunch-time, so he was rather peeved to find her waiting patiently for him as he parked his car. Sooner or later Mick was going to have to confront her; it would be later rather than sooner, however, as he was running late for his next class.
            I don’t know about you, but I’m with Mick on this one: they should have called it shoeing gum.