Alone and Scared

150-word fiction

It was a dark, cold night. The street lights seemed to be fighting to stay aglow. I was miles away from home after my cab driver unceremoniously dropped me and sped off in a different direction for a personal emergency.

Not a soul in sight. Wait! There was one.

A tramp. Crouching on the pavement. Watching my every move. I felt his eyes boring a hole into my back. I was worried. I was alone, helpless, and my pepper spray can was locked in my desk at work.

I jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice. The voice simply said, “Lady! No need to be afraid of me. I have neither hands nor legs.”

I relaxed when I heard that. I felt sorry for having been afraid of him.

I turned around to give him a warm smile and watched him disappear in a puff of smoke.