stranger in the night

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Wall ShadowsDark spring evening. Waiting for the zebra crossing lights to hold the commuter traffic on Kings road

Groped

It takes a few seconds to realise what’s actually happening. First thinking the touch is accidental, before I smell the beer and see the  sneer. Then wanting to thrust my fist into his nose. So easy to break his nose. To inflict pain and a public scar

Swallowing this thought – I step back, look him up and down, shake my head and sigh deeply – before turning and walking away

Nothing I could have said or done would improve this old man’s behaviour. My gut reaction would’ve increased his mysogeny. I suspect I was supposed to scream and run away

stranger in the night
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  1. B-u-x writes:

    a swift kick in the whatsits Wendy….or an accidental-on-purpose whack with a handbag would have been rather fitting.

    Bx

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  2. Happy Frog and I writes:

    That’s awful. I don’t know what I would have done in your situation but I reckon I probably would have done the same.

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  3. Scarlet writes:

    I pushed a bloke onto an electric fire once. He is bar coded for life 🙂
    Sx

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  4. Scarlet writes:

    I promise he did deserve it! Not something I do everyday.
    Sx

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  5. wendy writes:

    I now stand ‘en garde touche’ when waiting to cross the road aftter dark…

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