Hayley knew she shouldn’t be walking home alone at 2.00 am. That rapists don’t care about equality and a woman’s right to safely walk the streets at night.
However, she’d spent her taxi money on one last drink, and that wasn’t the best idea either.
Indeed, bad decisions were lining up like dominoes waiting to fall, and she knew her guardian angel was working overtime tonight.
“Hey, Hayley. You alright?” Matt asked putting his arm around her shoulder.
She was pleased to see her brother’s friend, forgetting she was more likely to be raped by someone she knew than a stranger.
This has been another contribution for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson. Click here for other stories inspired by the prompt.