The Long Walk Home

She marched through the dark, dingy streets, head down, clutching her jacket closed against the cold, cursing her boss for making her miss the last bus.

Then footsteps behind her. She twisted around. 

No one. Just a grimy window announcing an in-store special.

Street lights flickered and went out as one.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

Wind threw candy wrappers at her.

The footsteps approached.

Her stomach clenched.

She felt a breath on her ear.

She spun around. No one.

Yes, someone.

A figure.

It flung water boiling in her face. She shrieked and thrashed about wildly.

He laughed.

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