It was Late

It was late and I was tired so I believe that is why I failed to notice him as I left the building. I should have been more aware but I had, in recent months become lazy about my security. Leaving the office late, staying out with friends late, not being as aware as I should be. He grabbed me from behind and I barely had time to react before he shoved the knife to my throat. Fortunately my reflexes were still good or he may have killed me, but I pivoted on my heels and before he knew what had happened I had broken his arm and knocked him to the ground. He screeched like a wounded dog as I dug the heel of my boot into his groin. He answered every question I posed. I left him alive, barely, in the ally behind the library. I went home packed my few belongings and got in my car and drove. No more late nights, no more friends, the bastards were not going to find me again.