Scene: A city street. A woman walks along. A shout from a male voice. The woman’s heart begins to race and her neck and face flush. Her shoulders tighten and her palms sweat. Her pace quickens involuntarily and her eyes dart to find the source of the shout.
Voice-over of woman’s thoughts:
Is he talking to me?
What did he say?
Where am I?
Am I alone?
Where’s my phone?
Is he alone? He’s not alone. Shit.
How crowded is this street?
Are there other women nearby?
I’m close to work. I could keep walking.
Don’t look at them.
Are they laughing? Assholes.
Are they following me?
How far away is that coffee shop? I could duck in there. I’ll be late if I do that.
Damn them. I need to get to work.
Better late than raped, though.
Jesus, they’re teenagers. Why didn’t their mothers teach them better?
Should I say something? No. Not smart.
OK, they’re staying put. Fucking jerks.
The woman walks on. Only when she arrives at her office does her mind and heart stop racing.
Rebekah Kuschmider is a DC area mom with an over-developed sense of irreverence, socialist tendencies, a cable news addiction, and a blog. Rebekah has an undergraduate degree in theatre and Master’s in Arts Policy and Administration and a decade of experience managing arts organizations and advocating in the public health sector. Rebekah also blogs about her life, her thoughts, and her opinions at StayAtHomePundit.com. She was voted one of the Top 25 Political Mom Blogs at Circle of Moms. Her work has also been seen at Babble.com , Salon.com, Redbook online, and the Huffington Post.