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Tiny Story: The Dark Alley

Past midnight, in a dark alley…

I am being followed. Too scared to look back, I know it in my gut…

I should have waited for the other dancers to wrap up but there were too many creeps in the bar tonight, and I wanted to be out before they finished their drinks. Now, I have to pay.

Suddenly, my stomach feels empty. I am nauseas and cold sweat trickles down my spine.

“Do I run?

Do I turn back and confront?

Do I have my pepper spray?


Isn’t there an all-night medical store round the next corner?”

Hope rises in my heart. May be, just may be…

Suddenly I hear the footsteps quicken behind me and I break into a run.



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

7 thoughts on “Tiny Story: The Dark Alley

    1. Thanks Liz! Thankfully that was not me. I am more of a work-on-a-laptop and curl-with-a-book person. This story was inspired by a close friend’s encounter. Thankfully, she survived to tell the tale.

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      1. My friend is good at articulating her thoughts. Moreover, any woman who walks out at night understands this fear until they know self-defense, something I ignored when I was younger.
        Later, I worked in night shifts and just the walk down to the car basement at 3 am had me in a bundle of nerves.

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    1. Thanks. That was my friend. Actually, a lot of women have been through similar stuff. Not all live to tell.


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