“Come on Julia.” I dragged her down the street for another block and then crossed the street. We took some shelter in the rundown bus stop, hiding beneath the rusty, hole riddled roof that had been there long before either of us had been born. Hell, the thing was probably older than our parents, but the mottled shadows within felt safe, the dark gloom inside more comforting than the harsh streetlights outside. I kept an eye toward the street, watching for the bus which was due in five minutes. Julia shivered against me despite the warm breeze of the night.
- 100-Word Challenge, Day 002 (ericswett.wordpress.com)