Pop Tinkle Tinkle

12

It was dark a cold. Lynette quickened her pace. Central Park was quiet and deserted. A short cut home after a date gone wrong. Computer dating wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Pop, tinkle, tinkle!
She stopped dead in her tracks. Silence. Lynette walked as fast as her heels would allow. She’d have taken her shoes off if it weren’t so cold.
Pop, tinkle, tinkle….
She didn’t stop this time, but pulled her coat tightly around her and kept going. The night became even darker as the street light ahead of her exploded. It popped and then the bulb shattered on the ground.
It has to be the cold temperature making them explode!
She continued walking, trying to reach the lights ahead, but they too exploded before she got to them. Surrounded by darkness she stood still and held her breath.
Why is it so quiet? I’m in the middle of New York? What happened to the traffic?
FOOTSTEPS – FAST HEAVY FOOTSTEPS!
Oh GOD, please help me.
Lynette began to run, looking over her shoulder as she did so.
Leave me be, who ever you are, just leave me be.
Twisting her ankle, she hit the ground hard and squealed in pain. He cell phone slid across the icy path beyond her reach.
A monstrous black army boot stomped down on it. Lynette looked up slowly, terrified of what she would see. Long jean clad legs, a pair of gloved hands, wide shoulders, and then the face. Recognition! Her disastrous date had followed her….

Yup, this crazy old British gal is writing again. New book coming out soon, but in the meantime enjoy my short bursts. I have to get them out of my crowded brain. Check out my very cheap first book on Amazon. Never going to be a top seller, but I’ve been told its fun!

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