His skin is coated in tattoos, his head hidden by the shadows of a black hood, his fingers covered in gleaming rings, his muscles like a bull elephant’s, and she is certain – absolutely certain – that he has been following her for a block now. There’s no time to run as he catches up to her and puts that large, ringed hand on her shoulder.
“You dropped your wallet back there,” he says, handing it to her.
For Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Alex Hockett for providing the prompt photo!