The streets were already dark save for some street lights. One flickered overhead as she passed. It’s orange flickering was unnerving. She held her breath and quickened her step. Being out alone at night was the hardest. Just a few blocks and she’d be there, she reminded herself. She focused on steady breathing and moving forward as quickly as possible.
She entered a red brick building, passed the large neon orange COBBLER sign, and took the stairs to the fourth floor. Then she entered a door with a sign that read: SUPPORT GROUP FOR SEXUAL ABUSE AND ASSAULT SURVIVORS.
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This flash fiction is also in response to the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
April 13, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?
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