Two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the
narrow, moonlit lane. I stopped walking
and drew my breath in sharply. Normally when I left the library after dark I called Campus Security to request a ride home in one of their vans, but tonight I just wanted to get some fresh air
after spending so much time studying for my upcoming exam.
I heard cars whizzing by on Archer Road and saw the flashes from their headlights as they passed by on the other side of the trees that stood fifty yards to my left.
I edged my way toward the road in the off chance the men
hadn’t seen me on the path. They looked
at each other and, with a silent nod of understanding, started to walk toward
me.
My heart raced as I picked up my pace and cut across the
grass toward the trees that lined the sidewalk along the busy street. I heard the pounding of their feet on the
ground as they inched closer to me. I
held my breath as one of them touched my elbow and spoke softly into my ear.
“Hey there, beautiful.
We’re lost, can you tell us how to get back to the interstate?”
“My, my, you sure do have some creamy white thighs,” the other
thug said as his eyes scanned my body.
The men stood on either side of me, so close I could feel
the heat emanating from their bodies.
“Yeah, you got any girlfriends we could meet? Do all ya’ll Gainesville gals look so good?”
the first one said while switching a toothpick back and forth in his mouth and
nodding his head.
“Mmmmhmmm, I just love Florida girls. All blond and tan. C’mon, honey, show us your pretty smile, too.” The man grinned down at me with his tobacco
stained teeth.
I darted my eyes back and forth trying to decide what to do
next. My knees shook and I began to
sweat profusely. Suddenly I heard
laughter. I stole a glance behind me and
saw a group of fraternity guys walking toward us on the sidewalk. The two men looked at each other as I scanned
the crowd of guys to see if I recognized anyone. Immediately I recognized my friend, Neil, in
the group. As the boys approached us, he
called out to me. My would-be abductors
ran off into the trees, quickly vanishing into the blackness of the night.
As we walked back to my dorm, I told Neil what happened. I thanked Neil and the rest of the guys for
safely escorting me back home and ran upstairs to take a long, hot
shower.

Sounds like Neil and his friends arrived in the nick of time! You conveyed their menace and your fear very well.
ReplyDeleteYes - they did! (The strange thing is that this is mostly true, my rescuers really did show up out of nowhere). Thank you for your compliment, it was really a scary moment - albeit a bit changed to fit the prompt. :-)
DeleteYou capture the dread well. The dialogue is especially creepy, as are those teeth. And "creamy white thighs?" Cringe.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Thank you. That quote? That was for real. Some things you never forget.
DeleteI'm so glad the frat boys showed up. As I read this I thought to myself, OMG this is my worst fear. I've, thankfully, never had an experience like this, but each time I'm walking or running alone the thought crosses my mind and it seems every person I approach I am scared of. Scary stuff, great writing.
ReplyDeleteLindy, I never actually walked around campus by myself after dark. In reality, this happened in broad daylight and the frat boys were for real. Truth really is stranger than fiction sometimes.... Thanks for reading!
DeleteWow...the fact that it's based on a real incident is even scarier! The end of the piece kind of tripped me up a little. It seems a bit abrupt. Maybe that's just me though.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about the ending but I wanted to stay within the word limit and, actually, that's kinda how it really happened. The whole experience was terribly abrupt which was one more reason why it was so unsettling.
DeleteOh I've so been there. The memory never dies.
ReplyDeleteMy only concrit is minor: you used the word "recognized" twice and too close together and it detracts a little from the narrative. Perhaps "Thankfully, Neil stood out." or something similar?
Anyhow, so brave the retelling...I hate reliving those moments. Kudos!
Oh my goodness - you're right! I think I changed some wording earlier in the piece for a similar reason and completely overlooked that. I also agree with Wisper - I might be able to tweak the ending a bit to keep it stronger all the way through. Thanks!
DeleteWhat a scary situation. Thank goodness you had Neil arrive to rescue you!
ReplyDeleteNo kidding, right? It was a very stressful moment in my life....
DeleteMakes me nervous!
ReplyDeleteAnnmarie, thanks for reading! The real story happened about 24 years ago, and I can still so easily remember that feeling of being violated. It was something I'll never forget, I think, and I surprised myself at how readily the emotions came back as I wrote this. Very scary and creepy indeed.
DeleteEvery woman on earth can understand the long hot shower here. Nice detail. This reminded me of a scene from the book Practical Magic, where one of the girls is running from two men. A powerful scene.
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Awesome, thanks, Tina! I'll get busy writing....
DeleteOoo... creepy! You were so lucky! The tension in your piece is very real as is the dialogue.
ReplyDeleteIn terms of concrit, I would bump it up at your beginning narrative: "Normally when I left the library after dark I called Campus Security to request a ride home in one of their vans, but tonight I just wanted to get some fresh air after spending so much time studying for my upcoming exam."
I'd play this up a little, give your reader more of a sense of the impending doom. Your narrator walks toward the phone, picks it up to call, smells the breeze and changes her mind.... As it reads now, you just know something bad is going to go down - playing with your readers expectations should even further increase the tension.
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Oh, I like it! Thanks, Barbara!
Deleteexcellent story telling--i like this kind of writing exercise!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lynn! I enjoyed it, as well!
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