click here to see her post)This is day 293's offering for @mydivathings' #365daysofwriting challenge (
Today's picture prompt (below) is a Photo by Steven Lu on Unsplash
I wrote this little scene in a five minute freewrite using themostdangerouswritingapp.com
He stands in the middle of the alley. He looks left, then right. Up then down. He is lost, he realises. Worse than that. Not only doesn't he know where he is, but he also doesn't know how he got here.
His last memory is of standing in a bar, trying to chat up the woman with the big tits and the smile that reminded him of a character on Seseme Street, but he couldn't remember which.
Probably because he was mostly focused on her tits. He pats down his trousers. Searching for his phone, his wallet, his keys.
He has nothing.
At least he is wearing trousers, he thinks, trying to make light of the situation. He has a bag, he suddenly realises. He doesn't regognise it as his. He looks in it. It is empty.
Completely empty.
Has he been given something? A drug? He doesn't think it was alcohol. For one thing he was driving and he never drink drives. But also he doesn't have that still drunk feeling, he doesn't have a hangover. He doesn't feel sick or fuzzy headed.
So what has happened?
How can he be standing in a bar one moment, and the next in a street, all alone, without his posessions. He looks around the street again. Perhaps he can find someone.
Perhaps he can get help.
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Perhaps..
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