Scream

I lived in Albania during the pandemic. Knowing no one for 90 days was freeing until I was assaulted on an empty beach. Screaming and fighting saved me; I wouldn’t shut up, and the guy eventually gave up. Besides his gold-crowned teeth, the weirdest feeling I remember was how he passed me my keys and boots, politely helping after he’d thrust his hand in my knickers. Unbelievable. I daren’t imagine what would have happened if I’d frozen instead.