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Five sentence fiction: Beauty and the beast.

                   She was the lone female passenger in the late night bus, and she could  sense their eyes  scanning her from head to toe, mumbling under their breath, smirking at their private jokes; she ignored them and tried her best to appear unperturbed, but she could feel her heart thudding within her chest.

                 No sooner did the bus halt at her stop than she  scrambled off the steps and hurried away in the direction of her friend's house, where she  planned to spend the night, unaware that she was being followed; her heart beat so loud, it deafened her to every other sound in the world.

                 She realised it too late that she was not alone, when he  grabbed at her stole, and she lost her balance; a shriek passed her parched throat as she hit the tarmac; she had not only lost her balance, she had also lost her bearings, her breath and  her confidence.

                 One look at her attacker and she felt his filthy gaze sweeping her body, his eyes dripped with a villainous streak that made her  convulse uncontrollably; she had to get up, she had to fight, but, where was all the strength that she had mustered up a while ago?

                 Her mind racing, she inched away from the beast, trying to talk her way out, begging, pleading with him  to spare her; he sniggered  savagely and spat at her, she grabbed a fistful of dirt and hurled it at him; the split second that she gained from the reaction was enough for her to gather her courage and run for her life.



[Lillie McFerrin Writes] Five Sentence Fiction - Villainous


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