Niles stumbled away.

I can’t breathe. The dark.

Around a corner, a dull hum of electricity surging comforted shot nerves. Niles walked into the light. Hands still clutching the possessions of a lady, some woman he robbed; he went up the stairs of a nearby tenement to score his fix.

The hiss. The plunge. Oblivion.

Awoken in the night once more, bleary eyed into the streets. Cold pavement and impassive road. Into the river of tarmac he swam. A predator approached, headlights blinding. A screech, then-

The driver fumbled drunkenly at the door.


Hazy memories; he drives quickly away.

©DJA 2016



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories