He must have been lurking in the shadows when she walked into the alley, she realised. Now he towered over her, leering.

“Hello there, baby,” he said.

She tried to ignore him and walk past, thinking of the nice warm bath she’d promised herself when she got home, but he stepped out to block her path.

“Not interested,” she snapped. “Leave me alone.”

“Oooh,” he said, raising his hands in mock fear. “Got a feisty one here, lads!”

Three more big men stepped out of the shadows, grinning, leering; one was already unbuckling his belt.

She looked around, checking the alley for witnesses, for windows that might conceal meddlesome onlookers. There was nobody else in sight.

She took her hands out of her pockets. In her left, she held a stopwatch; in her right a knife.

“You want to see feisty? My current record is fifty six stab wounds in one minute,” she said. “It’ll be more of a challenge if you run.”

The stopwatch started with a beep and she lunged forwards.

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: The Three Word Wednesday prompts this week were Feisty, Meddlesome and Stab. I asked my boyfriend how many stab wounds would be impressive for one minute, and he answered without blinking. I think he’s got used to that sort of thing…)