The alley was so dark. No lights showing anywhere and along both sides were dark shadows; unknown lumps perhaps of boxes, perhaps of people waiting to hurt her. But she had to go down that street to gain access to her building. There was no other way; no other choice.
Behind her she could hear the loud mouthed youths taunting her. Telling her in crude words what they would do to her when they caught her.
So she ran. This encouraged the youths. They too ran, laughing and jeering. She was out of breath and crying and one of her shoes came off as she ran. But she knew she had to go down that alley to reach her building and the safety of her family.
Suddenly coming towards her she saw the light of a torch. Her Father, being worried at the lateness of the hour, had come looking for her. Never had she been so pleased to see him. She ran to him crying and laughing at the same time. He gently held her and they turned towards home. At that moment she vowed that never again would she remonstrate with him about waiting up for her and scolding her for being late home.
And the youths? As with all bullies they disappeared as soon as they saw an adult coming to rescue his daughter.
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Note – I have so enjoyed Janna T’s entries in the Trifecta challenge that I thought I would try my hand at it. This is my first attempt.
This week’s challenge is to write an entry between 33 and 333 words using the word alley defined as – ALLEY (noun): a narrow street; especially : a thoroughfare through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of lots or buildings.
The complete guidelines for the challenge can be found by clicking here .
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