Fiction

She hadn’t realized it was so late when she left her friends’ apartment. It wasn’t too bad when the well-lit path went through areas with people, the couple making out on a bench, the woman sitting alone who appeared to be sniffing the air, the drunk freshmen laughing too loudly. At Ann’s apartment she’d felt so grownup, drinking wine and laughing with her friends, all nineteen and on their own, sophomores at college. Being a little drunk and walking alone along the deserted street, however, made her feel like a scared little girl, glancing around nervously, certain she was being followed. It was a great relief to her when she reached her apartment building and she felt even better when she was inside the lobby. There was no one there but the cameras and bright …

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