One Night
Alone, she noticed footsteps.
Her heart thumping, pulse racing,
She looked over her shoulder.
A hulking dark shape. A man.
She walked faster. So did he.
Heavy breathing. Smell of beer.
Her heart missed a beat. He pounced…
Jack Horne, 9th November, for Nette’s Silhouette of a Heptagonet contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2014
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