Dancing with Death - Installment 3

I stop at the corner and look down each street, trying to decide where I wanted to end up tonight. Somehow, while looking about, I missed the man that managed his way behind me. I didn’t see him, but I knew he was there thanks to the nagging pain that pricked me in the small of my back. I couldn’t help but chuckle, I mean, I was a homeless man being robbed. How often does something like this happen? Must have made a damn good impression on him already.

He leads me into the alley that’s nearby, a block away from that warm, safe cafe. I already miss the coffee’s heat in my gut. I turn to face him, my hands up by my head, and a calm face covering my true anxiety. There’s a car there, and I’m hoping it’s owner arrives soon. Unfortunately, the owner was my mugger, and so I followed directions and hopped inside the vehicle.

To be continued…

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