On The Lookout
“Bread…milk…fabric softener…” She repeated the words over and over, trying to make sure she wouldn’t forget any essentials as she walked through the aisles.
Then, out of nowhere, she felt someone bump into her. She immediately tightened her grip around her bag, she was overly aware of purse-nabbers and pickpockets. She feared that they would view her as an easy target, but she would prove them wrong. She turned around angrily and glared up at him.