A Helpful Monster
A fictional short story
Squint looked up through the holes in the grate, watching as a woman walk down the dark ally. She did it almost every night, walked this dark, deserted road to get to her car parked at the end. You would think as much money as the bar makes, they could afford to put some lighting up for their employees.
Squint shook his head. Every night he watched to make sure she made it safely…