She stopped to take a breath. Where was she? It was dark. The rectangles of light leered at her. She smelled urine. A shadow started moving towards her, and she bolted. After running for six more blocks, she stopped again. Her heart was pounding. What should she do now? Did anybody see her leave? She had not meant to kill him. She just wanted him to leave her alone. How could she get out of it this time? She started walking again and breathed. She knew what she had to do. She pulled out her phone and began to dial.
This 100-word story is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge, hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. The story must be 100 words or fewer and it should be inspired by the photo provided. This week’s photo was taken by Shaktiki Sharma