A Story A Day. Story 1 of 365: Something.

I'm proud (not sure I should be using proud in here) to present my newest project: A Story A Day. I will, basically, write a short story (at least one sentence) every day (I had to work hard to not include fucking in the middle of that (oh... I did write fucking (ok, stop))). Rules are: I will write every day even if I can't post it on the day I am supposed to, but all the stories will end up in here. My faithful readers (read: no one), will be able to suggest stories, but I'll do as I please (as I always do). So have fun and let the Hunger Games begin (uh, oh,... wrong place). 

She was walking down the street, slowly, when she heard something behind her. It was late and it was dark, and there was no one else around. She told herself that she was being paranoid, that there was nothing, that she had passed thousands of times through that street. She also forced herself to remember that crime didn't exist anymore, that kidnappings, rapes, and robberies were things of the past, things that would happen during her grandparents' times. Still, what was that? She turned around carefully and saw nothing. After forcing herself to calm down she continued her way, briskly. Then again, that noise. Maybe it was just an stray cat or a dog, or something. What if it was something? Chills ran down her spine and she speeded her pace a bit more. Crime might be over, but there were still lots of scary things running free at night. She passed by a lamp post and saw a fast-moving shadow. That was when she started running. For once she was glad about her inability to walk on high heels, flat shoes made running much easier. She could already see the restaurant she was headed to, there was some people waiting outside. She slowed down and finished her way at a normal speed. She entered the restaurant and looked for her boyfriend. And, then, a high-pitched scream on the street.