Caught in THE ACT
aying goodnight to my friends, I left the bar and headed back towards the bus stop. I thought, yawning. But as I stood waiting for the bus, I was suddenly aware of a presence next to me. Before I knew what was happening, a man appeared. ‘Give me your bag,’ he snarled, pointing a knife at me. I felt like my instincts should have told me to hand it over and run away as fast as I could. But in the moment, all I felt was overwhelming anger. ‘No!’ I said. He grabbed a handle of the bag and
