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It was a cold night in New York City
the wind sang its favorite song
the lights paraded the streets
the leaves danced
broken glass on the sidewalk
dark and long alley
like the mouth of a cave

Millie was heading home from work
She never taken that route to get home
That dark alley
but Millie thought it was the fastest way home
she places her earplugs
and walks as quickly as possible
suddenly a humanly shadow appeared on the wall
Millie looks back but there was no one

Millie is rushing and breathing hard
Her pupils are moving side to side

She walked into the building
the sound of her shoes
echoed in the lobby
She looks back one more time
there is no one
only Millie

 

Pressing the button with urgency
the elevator growling as it stops on every floor
Ding the third floor button lights up
Ding the second floor button lights up
Ding L lights up
and the doors open

She looked back
nothing to glare at
she opens the door“ah, finally”

Millie is reaching for her keys
her hands trembling
her keys fall to the ground

Klang, Bang
the sound echoes in the lobby
Her body falls to the ground
There she lay unconscious

The white and black hexagon floor is now dressed in red
the elevator starts to growl again
the second floor button lights up
the third floor button lights up
the fourth button lights up and stops

Her crystal blue eyes awakes to the sound of
the sirens
closing her eyes
seeing the bright lights
hearing the noise

Closing and opening her eyes 
like waves in the ocean
Men with blue uniforms talking in the background
“she has being hit on the head with a sharp weapon”
the neighbors horrified
Detective Blue says “Her purse is gone, we cannot identify the victim”

A woman in the background says “you can never be too cautious, things happen in a split second no matter how cautious you are of your surroundings”

A woman screaming
The men in the blue uniforms would not let her come close to the victim
Detective Blue says “ Ma’am please step back?”
the woman replied” Not a bullet in your gun can stop me from seeing my daughter, you step away, my baby is hurt”
The mother hold her daughters hand
The daughter slightly smiles

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