Jan had been talking to a guy at a local bar. He must have slipped something into her drink because she couldn’t remember how she got here.
As she looked around at the throng of people milling about in the alleyway, she realized that she didn’t know a soul. She felt totally alone.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Graehawk at Pixabay.com.