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.
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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Graehawk at Pixabay.com.
Fantastic art!
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Wow. This is really scary Fandango. Unfortunately it is a scenario that is very real for some. Really good take on the photo. 🙂
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Thanks, Kat.
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That picture and story makes me question whether most people are basically good (while basically decent is another matter). Or is she in a particularly bad spot?
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I think she finds herself in a bad spot.
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She is not scared, I’m thinking suicide bomber ….
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That is a scary situation…all told in just 4 sentences. Very good!
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Thanks.
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Whoa, that’s super scary. Sadly, this is a reality for many. I hope Jane gets home alright.
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