Flash Fiction: Empty Street

Bad things can happen at any time. However, the worst things tend to happen while alone. My story is of such a time of solitude.

Imagine an empty street, in the wee dark hours. Walking alone, not a soul in sight. Your heartbeats keeping pace with your swift footsteps. Nervously looking around, hoping that no horrors hide in the shadows. Then you see it – A moving silhouette. You brush it off as a figment of your imagination. Sadly, it is not. You realize too late. The knife is deep inside you when you see the face – My face.

 

 

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