Kidnapped!

She was late, and decided to take the shortest way to the theater, even though that would take her through one of the lesser neighborhoods of the town. After all, it was still early in the evening, and Bruce didn't like waiting. Through the narrow streets and alleys, she made her way towards the bridge over the river. That river, she had often thought formed a sort of border. On this side, crooked alleyways and dark streets, on the other the light festive center of the town, with wide promenades and high buildings, bright shop windows, light everywhere. Another fifty yards to the bridge.

At the end of the street a van drove towards her. It was black or dark blue, hard to tell in the dusk. All the windows were blacked out, with the exception of course of the front window, which was a mirror, in which she could see herself walking on, distorted. The vehicle lowered its speed, and inadvertently, she slowed down a bit herself, feeling a sudden unease. That was ridiculous, she said to herself, straightening her back and picking up pace again. What was going to happen to her, at eight o'clock in the evening, so close to the city center?

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