Clare

Clare took the corner when she saw trouble shaped in the form of a car. The light captured her figure and the music grew louder as the car lowered speed. The front window wound down and she turned her head to the white Chevrolet, that was full of men. The one in the front seat mocked her in a drunken deep Indian accent "Hey, what's your name, where you going? come on, I'll give you a ride."

She frowned with saliva thick in her mouth. For a second she contemplated bolting ...