A approached the car and had my key in the lock just as I noticed movement at the corner of my eye.
He was quick, I'll give him that. He had an open umbrella shielding his activities from the rest of the world as he shoved me hard, against the door of the car. I felt the gun before I saw it but I knew the minute I saw it that he was not a good person.
Nice car, now gimme the keys or I shoot and take them anyway."
The voice was cold. I remember thinking "But my husband gave it to me for my birthday, he is going to be mad!"
As I looked around the parking lot I saw that it was empty except for me and my new companion. I did see inside the store, just inside the door there were two people waiting in line at the checkout.
As if he read my thoughts he jammed the gun barrel into my back and said "They won't hear a scream so don't bother."
It was then I knew I was dead. I thought about my child waking up in the morning and stumbling...
I thought about my husband who would be awakened by officers at 5 a.m. And his anguish as he crumpled into a chair trying to process what they were saying and strangely I thought about my pet cat that wouldn't have anyone to lap sit with now that I would be gone.
All of these things rushed through my brain as I handed him my keys and waited to hear the gun go off.
Please don't hurt me," I pleaded. "I have a child and he won't know what to do if I am gone."
He responded with gruffness.
Good girl, now get out of my way!"
And with that he threw me to the ground so hard I scrapped one knee and heard my wrist snap.
Later in the bright lighting of the emergency room I am sure the officers thought I had lost my mind as my broken wrist received a cast and I was grinning from ear to ear. I had survived and the milk was still intact. Nothing else in the world mattered just then.
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