Under the streetlight glow, I’m walking to the next place on a Saturday night. I walk past a group of men clasping each other’s shoulders in a drunken lean, languishing down the street, blocking the path with their pace. I hear them start to make some noise and it’s directed towards me.
“Heeeeey shorty why you alone? (Oooo look at her. Where she going?) HEEEEEY~”
A cold feeling washes over me. Disgust. I choose to pretend I don’t hear them. There are too many people on the street ahead so I can’t escape. One of them gets mad.
“HEY YOU. I’M TALKING TO YOU. TURN AROUND.”