He approached her as she was putting the last of the groceries into the trunk of the car. She’d been shopping for two hours with two little kids and she was exhausted. The twins were already in their car seats with their bottles. As she closed the trunk and reached into her purse for her keys, the dark haired young man in the tattered jacket stopped just beyond her empty cart. “You have any change?” he demanded.
She frowned, shaking her head.
“Get in the car,” he said. “I have a knife.”
“No you don’t,” she said irritably. She shoved the empty cart at him and slipped into the car, locking the door. She backed, careful not to look in his direction. At the end of the lane, she braked and looked back. He was nowhere in sight. Her hands were shaking. Surely she hadn’t imagined what had just happened.
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson