Creative.Metaphor

Following (2)
By Robin Zemek

Firetrucks screamed down the street past David, furling his coat and flattening his chin to his chest. The lights painted his shadow on the wall behind him. Their wail faded down the road and he checked his phone, listening to his message once again:
“Tomorrow, Charles Bridge, 10. Bring no one.”
David looked behind him. She’s probably following me, he thought. He checked his watch. Twelve minutes. He could see the bridge.
Each step he took rippled a puddle and each breath he took puffed steam into the air. He picked up the pace.
I want to be waiting there when she shows up, he thought, I want to be able to see her coming. I want to know I saw her, that I was close to her.
His phone vibrated in his hand. It shot to his face.
“Talk to me.”
He was greeted with a dial tone and snapped the phone shut, cursing. This was part of her game.