Danielle knew walking home at night probably wasn’t her smartest choice, but the thought of paying for a cab had seemed wasteful. As the path took her further away from the well lit station, Dani fervently wished she was safely in a taxi rather than walking alone on the dark, deserted street. She had never noticed how few streetlights there were. What little illumination they provided only served to make hulking shadows of trees and bushes that were lush and friendly during daylight.
She sensed another presence, a prickle of awareness. Footsteps drawing nearer. She turned, stumbled, fell into darkness…
My theme this year is 100 word stories. (So, no, don’t count this line!)