Wednesday, November 20, 2019

THE VICTIM



I step from the restaurant
into a dark alley.
My footsteps click on the cobblestones.
Footsteps echo behind me.
Lights glimmer ahead.
I hurry to the beacons.
Footsteps ring closer.
I run.
The footsteps follow.
People walk the avenue.
Stores twinkle their lights.
A voice calls, “Miss,
You forgot your charge card.”
I freeze and turn.
The waitress hands me the card.
I smile.
She disappears in the darkness.
I swallow.
Another night in the city.

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