Walking down the brightly-lit street, Darryl took Victoria’s arm in his.

The evening couldn’t have gone any better. Dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant where the conversation and wine had flowed. His month’s wage had just covered the bill.

Now he was beside this elegant woman. Her skin flawless, hair dark and straight, eyes deep and mysterious.

How he would manage beyond this first meeting he hadn’t figured out. She would realise his dating site profile wasn’t entirely truthful eventually. Right now he was enjoying the moment. He would walk back to her flat. If she invited him in for a nightcap, all the better.

They stopped at traffic lights and waited to cross the road. A group of youths on scooters stopped at the lights.

It couldn’t be, Darryl thought, not tonight.

One of the riders, wearing ripped jeans and an old leather jacket, looked over.

‘Alright Darryl, what you doing walking around the posh part of town?’ he shouted. ‘And where’d you get the fancy clothes?’

Darryl’s heart sank. Victoria stared at him.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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