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It was late. The sun had disappeared hours ago, casting a light glow from the moonlight, across the alley.
She wasn’t scared, but she was feeling the first signs of doubting herself. She knew better than being out in the night late and alone. Her mother had taught her the dangers of the city over and over again…so why was she not listening, especially now.
Because she had a gentle soul… a caring soul… she trusted people. She hated when her mother looked down on people, always judging them. Why was she always judging? After all, people were good… weren’t they?
Perhaps this was true or maybe it’s just from the mind of a thirteen year old girl.
Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the footsteps sneaking up behind her. Seconds before, she had decided to turn around and go home… consumed with her mother’s voice in her head.
But it was too late. He stood there, in front of her, staring down at her, as if she were his prey.
All the blood drained from her face, as her breath caught in her throat.
“Shit!” Was all she could think to say.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Photograph By: Ask Ms Mandi
August 20, 2016
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