She glanced at her watch. It was after 1 am and she was walking towards home. This wasn’t exactly the area to go wandering around in.
She hears a whistling catcall.
She quickens her pace while reaching into her handbag. Momentarily distracted, he strikes, grabbing and dragging her into an alley.
She continues to search her handbag blindly. Panic begins to set in as he pushes her face into the slimy brick wall. The smell of garbage is overwhelming and her gorge rises as the reality of her predicament penetrates her fog-filled mind.
She thrashes wildly, hoping for a breath of fresh air. Her foot connects with his crotch and he doubles over in pain and surprise. She runs, but drops her handbag, spilling the contents. She frantically searches among the lipsticks, pills, and money. She finds her salvation in the gutter.
She grabs the gun and approaches her assailant.
“Be careful who you mess with, asshole!” Three shots reverberate through the still morning air.