The Dark Alley_(1)
You rounded the corner quickly and saw the alleyway leading behind the building. “Where are you” you tapped out on your phone while peaking into the darkness of the alley. You thought you saw the the bartender dumping a bag of garbage into a dumpster, but he was too far away to be sure. It’s fine, you thought. Stop being afraid of everything. Deep breath. Down the alley you continued, heels clanking on the ground below, echoing against the unlit back wall of the building as you headed towards where you saw the bartender, clutching your purse tight against your body. Your phone buzzed. Reaching in to grab it, you didn’t stop or even slow your pace, and looking down you saw it wasn’t a text from me, but an alert from the NY Times, …