Some more drabbles (100-word stories) about my unfortunate encounters with creepy men. The next ones I post will be the “Public Shame Edition” which I promise are much more light-hearted!
Content Warning: Harassment
The White Van
It was the end of a long school day. The blazer that had once fit comfortably, was stuffy. Tomorrow was Tuesday: All day science. Dread. I couldn’t wait for the term to end so I could be rid of the torments of being in Year 7. The van was far enough for me to cross so I skipped over, missing the pothole. The smell of chips wafting from Barry’s Fish Bar made my stomach rumble. “You alright darling?” I turn. Their guttural laughs and kissing noises made my stomach churn. The white van sped off and I quickened my pace.
Back-to-School
As I was consumed rearranging the school shoes and filling in racks, I was interrupted with the question, “Do you have any more sizes?” I turned to see a man who I would probably call “uncle”. It was out of stock. My explanation didn’t faze him but his eyes changed. “How old are you?” he asked to which I replied sharply, “17”. “Are you shy?” he asked, probably thinking he was charming. I chuckled awkwardly before I picked up a pair of shoes and excused myself, almost running into the stockroom for safety. Clarks didn’t pay me enough for this.
Sports Directs Stalker
I sauntered around the clothes rack, I looked at my watch: 20 minutes until closing. “I like your hair, where’d you get it done?” a man who was holding a pile of clothes over his arm asked, his eyes burning into mine. After informing him that it was a girl on Instagram and him pulling it up on his phone, he looked at me again. “What’s yours?” If he was about 25 years younger, I may have thought that was smooth. “Nah sorry” I declined. His response was not what I expected: “Alright, I know where you work now anyways.”
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