Trace had abruptly pulled his taxi over after seeing a young woman stumble off the curb and fall. It was dark, so dark that he couldn’t see if she was bleeding, could only tell from her silhouette that it was even a woman.
As he jumped out to help, he thought he heard someone running away. Dialing 911, Trace crouched down to use the flashlight on his phone, just as her eyes opened and she started screaming. “What is your emergency?” came the sharp voice of the operator. “I need an ambulance –”
The girl looked terrified. “Help, he’s trying to kill me!”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line.) This is a continuation of D is for Darkness, which you can find here.