Writing Prompt #4: Death in a Dark Alley

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No one found me in the alleyway where I was killed.

 

“Hey! Jess!”

I looked up.

Monica, my best friend of 15 years, was dancing with a guy we had just met.

“You wanna head out?”

“Nah.” I held up my almost-full beer.

“Catch ya, then.” She grabbed the guy by his shirt and pulled him after her across the dance floor.

I took a sip of my beer. Looking around the club, I didn’t recognise anybody. Good. No one will witness me get rip roaring drunk, I thought.

By my third, I felt really warm.

By my fifth, I was seriously hot and starting to get claustrophobic. I slapped a tip on the bar and stumbled out into the alleyway.

I looked left then right, deciding that the train station was left, and promptly turned right.

I don’t know what made me turn away from home.

I don’t know what made me turn away from safety.

I don’t know what made me walk down an enclosed back alley I’d never been before.

And I don’t know what made Monica’s stranger from the club stagger out of a doorway, stab me 20 times, and hide my body.

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