This time, when I was traveling alone, going back to my parent's place, my two forms of writing mixed up. I had another almost while waiting for the Bus driver to whistle.
A real fiction, when someone or something saved me from a mishap... Or that way it seemed.
A lady returning from office, late at night on a desolated street, trying to find a cab but finds goons instead. Read on to find out how she manages to run away.