Jamie Graham

I had intended to write some short stories based around my favourite song lyrics but I had an idea when “Don’t Turn Around” by Ace of Base came on the radio this morning so here goes!

“Don’t turn around!” his voice was unfamiliar and full of rage.

I tried hard not to but it’s like telling kid in a sweet shop not to look.

I felt the menace of cold metal against my throat, oh my God, don’t tell me that’s a knife!

He wasn’t in the mood to play around and nor was I. I handed over the £90 I’d just taken from the cash machine along with my purse.

There was no have a go hero to save me and mercifully I felt his grip loosen and listened as the sound of his quickening footsteps disappeared into the cold dark November night.

When the police arrived I had to recap my version of events over and over again. They told me some nutcase had robbed 3 other women that night too, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

I finally got back to my flat at around 2am but couldn’t sleep. Even the soothing sound of  Cafe del Mar Volume 12 playing on my ipod did nothing to calm my nerves.

What had promised to be a fun night had turned into one I’d probably never forget.

I sat and watched the rain drops race each other down the window pane against the backdrop of the shimmering streetlights and felt glad to be alive.