Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Finish Off Friday’s. This week’s theme is footsteps in the fog.
Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. I’d left the pub early that night and was looking forward to being home warm in my bed.
I glanced behind me, hearing footsteps following persistently, wishing I had my black lab Iggy with me.
A large hand landed on my shoulder. Turning around with trepidation, I faced a tall man in a hoody. He raised his hands, trying to tell me he was harmless, then handed me my forgotten gold clutch.
He smiled, “I’m a bouncer at The Clover and I know you’re a regular. I saw you leaving and wanted to return your purse.”
“Thank you so much,” I stuttered trying to shove the ten from my pocket in his hand.
He refused the money insisting on walking me home, telling me about his young family.
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