A Stranger Grabbed My Wrist on a Dark Street – His Next Sentence Made My Knees Buckle

He looked from the man to the dog and then to me.

“You called someone on me?” he accused.

“No,” I said. “You called this on yourself.”

Frank’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t move. The dog barked again — one short, sharp blast — and that was enough.

He stood slowly, brushing off his jeans.

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, eyes cold.

“I know,” I said.

Frank glared at me as if he wanted to say more, then turned and walked away into the dark.

There was silence afterward.

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