Week #36 100WC - Sascha

Cold, lost, scared, hungry, alone. Nothing to disturb her she was surrounded by the screaming wind and thrashing rain.  The freezing cold air was seeping through her worn clothes. Darkness fell, it was pitch black, She found some shelter underneath a nearby bridge, the stop and go lights by her were the only lights, giving her enough light to see where she was. She reached into her pocket to grab the food she’d stolen earlier, that's how she got there. She heard footsteps, and a light was coming her way.   “That's when I knew I should run,” she told me later.