random short stories

The Assault

Time seemed to flash as she felt the hand on her knee, it was not warm or loving. This hand had intentions, she didn't think her intentions to get off the train on the next stop matched those of the hand. Obviously the hand had an owner that didn't mind and continued a journey upward, even inviting his other hand to touch her shoulder. As the clock set itself to normal time movement, her brain churned. Almost as much as her stomach did in disgust as she hurt her throat only slightly in the act of screaming bloody murder, as well as standing and quickly looking at the young man that assaulted her and her personal space. Now, much to no ones surprise, a crowd surrounded the source of the scream. The woman's trembling form and how she was unconsciously protecting herself topped with the look of disgust she was directing toward the man, any modern person with common sense could figure out what was happening.

Yet so many will only watch.