Friday, 26 June 2015

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - 26 JUNE 2015 - NIGHT










The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT.  Use 100 words or less. 

PHOTO PROMPT – © Kent Bonham 


NIGHT

Her heart started to beat faster

The footsteps were getting nearer

Security lights illuminated the shops

She half skipped and gave a hop

Fumbling in her pocket for her mobile

She tripped, twisting her ankle

He was upon her before she knew it

Punching and kicking she fought and hit

Her attacker smacked her face

She felt for her canister of mace

One squirt and he’d run away

She’d be safe for another day
 
She smelt his rancid breath

Said a prayer before her death

The sirens sounded, wailing

As her heart started failing.

 


11 comments:

  1. WOW!!!!
    An incredible piece of writing about a situation too many women find themselves in.
    I hope the emts get there before her heart completely fails.

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  2. Dear Sally,

    This doesn't bode well.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. How to stay calm enough to find, hold, spray the mace -- that's the question. Your poem captures the moment when nerves and adrenaline get in the way.

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  4. The horror! Exceptionally done! Loved it!

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  5. Well, she tried. I don't if I would have gotten that far. Masterfully written.

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  6. A ddep fear shared by most women. She tried, but being enough in control to get the mace out isn't always possible. You described the struggle perfectly, it feels personal. Great, horrible, tragic story.

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  7. A horrifying scene, very well told.

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