Alone

A short short story that exploits the distrust we have of even the most inoffensive stranger.

I wouldn't usually pause in the dark, certainly not on a night like this after all the muggings started but he looked so young.

The boy sniffed loudly then looked up as I approached. Strangely he showed no fear, just relief.

"Hello."

"Hello Mister."

"What are you doing out on a night like this?"

"Waiting."

"Does your father know you're here?"

"Oh yes, he's coming soon."

There were footsteps in the alley behind me. I was about to turn when the boy jumped up.

"Mister, look at me!"

I did. He capered. The footsteps behind were running now. Again I started to turn.

"MISTER," he screamed.

And then I felt a savage blow and lost consciousness.

That's my body you've just found down there. You can't hear me can you? Or see me? It's going to be dull haunting this alley.

Derek Moody 2000