Saturday Morning Knitting
Betty, immersed in her Saturday morning knitting in her room, caught wind of the boy’s whimpering.
A low growl emanated from down the street, prompting her to cautiously set aside her knitting kit and rise from her rocking chair.
Her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren had ventured to the park for some quality time, leaving Betty alone and aware that trouble might arise in their absence.