The damp night air, heavy with fumes, enveloped him, suffocating, cloying, his head spinning.
Head down, he walked on, lifting one foot in front of the other.
Heart pounding, he hoped he had not been seen.
There had been a moment, fleeting, the one when the three guys walked past him, when he felt it was all over.
Had the shorter, heavy-set guy with the limp, looked at him for a second longer than might be expected?
He felt the weight in his pocket.
Could he make it?
Would there be time?
He assessed his options, if the guys turned back he could, maybe, make a run for the tram stop, leap aboard and make his escape.
Or duck back into the tattoo parlour, push through to the back and make a run for it.
Seeing the lights of the approaching car, he lowered his head, made his decision, and…..
My (late) contribution to the Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure on The Daily Post at WordPress.
belgradestreets 
Very nice! Great photo and brilliant flash fiction.
Thanks! It was fun, a little different, may try to write a bit more, great to hear from you again. Andy
Great! But, now . . . who is he? Why he is afraid? Where he is going? What happened before? Two of those three guys seem to be dressed like cops in winter uniforms, just without their hats.
Waiting for the rest of the story 🙂
Thank you Nenad, maybe I will continue the story 😉
Stepping out indeed……a threatening, edgy image, and a jumpy nervous tale…..but it could put me off from visiting Belgradestreets…..I think tattoo parlours are scary anyway, we have one in Kirkcudbright….I pass on the other side of the road…..
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Thanks John, thinking of writing a sequel…..not sure which direction events will take…when do you leave for India?
Keep writing…it’s great to explore new avenues.
Depart for India on Thursday and arrive early Saturday. Can’t wait.
Thanks John, have a great trip!