The Stranger

The idea for this story popped into my head as I layed in bed last night. I'm not sure if I have enough to finish it or how far I can take it, but here's what I have so far. Enjoy...

She sat alone in a dark, wet alleyway. Her only friends now were the dozens of plastic beads around her neck. Where had Paula, Mark and Karen gone? She had no recollection of how she got there, or how long she'd been there. Her last memory was flashing her tits from atop a Bourbon Street balcony. Drinking Kamikazes and Jagerbombs with reckless abandone. In the distance she could hear festive music being played and the faint cheering of a crowd. She struggles to stand, her legs feeling like rubber, unable to support the weight of her body. She falls to the ground in an awkward slump and begins to cry. Feeling sorry for herself, scared that she won’t find her way back, terrified of what could have happened to her friends.

“Sounds like you could use hand” she heard coming from a shadowy figure about 10 feet away. She nodded her head, and extended her hands hoping the stranger could get her back to her feet. As he stepped closer, a beam of light coming from the overhead lamp post shone across his face, revealing piercing blue eyes. Eye so blue, they almost glowed. They were bright like morning sunlight bursting through a stained glass window.