Ambush

As I walk down this dark and lonely lane. I feel as if I'm being watched, it's hard to explain. I guess I'm too old to run, and I sure hate to fight. Wished I'd stayed on that highway, the one with the light. I thought this might be a shortcut, but a shortcut to what. And if I walk any faster I'll be stepping in a trot. I believe it's getting darker, I don't even see a star. If I'd put gas in when I should have, I'd still be in my car. What's that old saying, if the dog hadn't stop to scratch he'd caught the rabbit. Chalk this one up to human nature, and a certain persons bad habit. If I get out of this one, I'll try not to let it get that low again. First time I've run out of gas, in I don't remember when. I see a far off light, a few blocks down the road. Hope it's a gas station, or they know someone where maybe I could be towed. About the time I feel a little safer something strikes me on the arm. I hear this voice, Gimme your wallet mister, and I'll do to you no harm. Well I reach into my pocket and I start to pull it out. Then I stop what I'm doing and I forget what I'm about. I guess it was adrenaline that kicked in, for I was ready for this dance. I said no it's you who best be leaving, I'll give you just one chance. He must have sensed the tenacity of my voice. And fleeing the scene for him, was his better choice. I got my gas and a ride back to my old gasless Chevrolet. I thank the Lord for getting me back, and letting me live another day.