As I stared into my attackers cold black eyes I wondered when was I going to see my life flash before my eyes. His hand clasped tightly around my throat. I hadn’t enough air to even whimper. So this is how my miserable life ends? On my own front lawn.
This story is written in response to the wordpress weekly challenge: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/