[Original: Drabble] "Walking After Midnight" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Walking After Midnight
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #19 ‘followed’
Word Count: 285
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Warnings: very mild, for an attempted assault
Summary: Zeke wanders the streets of Philadelphia alone.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Walking After Midnight
Despite being generally an anti-social homebody, I did on occasion leave my apartment. Mostly for work, and to do my shopping, but sometimes even I started feeling cooped up within my four little walls, and even my open balcony or the easily-accessed roof couldn’t fix it.
I never went out during the day, for obvious reasons, not the least of which was that I was usually dead-asleep, but there were still plenty of places open all night in a place like Philadelphia. I stopped at a WaWa and got myself a large mint mocha latte, then just started walking, enjoying the warm summer air.
Which is why it took me a few blocks longer than it should have to realize that someone was following me.
He’d been doing a fairly good job of it, actually, and I was puzzled for a moment- until I realized what I looked like, a young woman wandering aimlessly on her own in the middle of the night, and I was suddenly furious.
I let the guy tail me for another two blocks, then ducked into the doorway of a closed storefront. The man kept walking, slowing when he didn’t see me, and I stepped out again. “Can I help you?” I demanded, cooly.
The guy paused, looking around the street. It was almost one AM, and the only person I could see was two intersections away, hailing a cab. The guy grinned. “Oh, you can help me plenty, sweetheart.”
He came at me in a move straight out of the Police Academy training course, and I had him on the ground in minutes.
“Hi, sir,” I said, wincing, when Howell answered my phone call. “I’ve got a little problem…”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #16 july table, prompt #19 ‘followed’
Word Count: 285
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Warnings: very mild, for an attempted assault
Summary: Zeke wanders the streets of Philadelphia alone.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Walking After Midnight
Despite being generally an anti-social homebody, I did on occasion leave my apartment. Mostly for work, and to do my shopping, but sometimes even I started feeling cooped up within my four little walls, and even my open balcony or the easily-accessed roof couldn’t fix it.
I never went out during the day, for obvious reasons, not the least of which was that I was usually dead-asleep, but there were still plenty of places open all night in a place like Philadelphia. I stopped at a WaWa and got myself a large mint mocha latte, then just started walking, enjoying the warm summer air.
Which is why it took me a few blocks longer than it should have to realize that someone was following me.
He’d been doing a fairly good job of it, actually, and I was puzzled for a moment- until I realized what I looked like, a young woman wandering aimlessly on her own in the middle of the night, and I was suddenly furious.
I let the guy tail me for another two blocks, then ducked into the doorway of a closed storefront. The man kept walking, slowing when he didn’t see me, and I stepped out again. “Can I help you?” I demanded, cooly.
The guy paused, looking around the street. It was almost one AM, and the only person I could see was two intersections away, hailing a cab. The guy grinned. “Oh, you can help me plenty, sweetheart.”
He came at me in a move straight out of the Police Academy training course, and I had him on the ground in minutes.
“Hi, sir,” I said, wincing, when Howell answered my phone call. “I’ve got a little problem…”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow