The night has a shift that can haunt you for years if the weather changes and the umbrella collapses with you in the lurch begging on the ground. A story written with suspicious sneakers that gave me the creeps. A story too often that unfolds with disturbing results.
Yes. The photo of those shoes on the dark pavement had a story - not one I usually write, but sometimes we go where it leads us. Happy ending, anyway...
Marty is a good man--one I would consider a regular guy. I used to walk my two female employees to their cars in the wintertime when it was dark at 5:00 PM and then go back in and wrap-up my work. I like to think that most men are that way. But sadly, not all are. Thank you, Sharron for showing both the good and the bad.
I have to admit that I hesitated quite a while before hitting "post". Not my usual fare, but the photo I found kind of wrote this story. Thanks for reading it and for your comment, Bryan.
Marty is a hero, but he should have offered to walk Grace home, rather than secretly follow her. The latter is akin to stalking, even though his intentions were honorable. Well written, Sharron. You present the facts without sensationalizing. The last sentence is a nice touch.
I wonder what Grace felt when she found out he'd been following her. I also wonder what Grace would have said if he'd offered to walk her home every night. Interesting questions...
Sharron, that was beautiful. Thank you for remembering we are not all monsters. Some of us care a lot. In fact, I’ll even stop in the rain to help change a woman’s flat tire, unless she has a toxic masculinity bumper sticker, and then I won’t stop because far be it from me to be a hypocrisy enabler.
So many women on the night shift could use a guy like Marty. Angels come in many forms. I love this story, Sharron!
Every woman needs a bodyguard. So glad Marty was there.
Grace has a guardian angel!
Very cool twist!
You always surprise me. So glad there are ‘Marty’s”.
The night has a shift that can haunt you for years if the weather changes and the umbrella collapses with you in the lurch begging on the ground. A story written with suspicious sneakers that gave me the creeps. A story too often that unfolds with disturbing results.
Yes. The photo of those shoes on the dark pavement had a story - not one I usually write, but sometimes we go where it leads us. Happy ending, anyway...
How very sweet - and bless his heart.
Interesting twist, Sharron. It’s always best not to walk alone at night.
Knights <should> be strong. Self defense classes also a good idea.
Awww, how sweet!
Thanks. It is from one of our WWW photo prompts. A bit darker than my usuals.
A great twist, Sharron. You have a little dark side in you!
Yes. Dark. Fortunately it doesn't rear its head very often...
Awesome guy, that Marty. Grace was so lucky.
Marty is a good man--one I would consider a regular guy. I used to walk my two female employees to their cars in the wintertime when it was dark at 5:00 PM and then go back in and wrap-up my work. I like to think that most men are that way. But sadly, not all are. Thank you, Sharron for showing both the good and the bad.
Marty was definitely a nice guy and I think also he may have been in love. But that is just my romantic soul speaking.
Your foray into something a little darker paid off :) Isn't it fun sometimes?
I have to admit that I hesitated quite a while before hitting "post". Not my usual fare, but the photo I found kind of wrote this story. Thanks for reading it and for your comment, Bryan.
So uplifting! Thanks 🙏
Marty is a hero, but he should have offered to walk Grace home, rather than secretly follow her. The latter is akin to stalking, even though his intentions were honorable. Well written, Sharron. You present the facts without sensationalizing. The last sentence is a nice touch.
I wonder what Grace felt when she found out he'd been following her. I also wonder what Grace would have said if he'd offered to walk her home every night. Interesting questions...
Sharron, that was beautiful. Thank you for remembering we are not all monsters. Some of us care a lot. In fact, I’ll even stop in the rain to help change a woman’s flat tire, unless she has a toxic masculinity bumper sticker, and then I won’t stop because far be it from me to be a hypocrisy enabler.