I posted a story over at Stories That Must Not Die today, and, as always, would appreciate your feedback… This one was tough for me. Not to write, but to live it, and to live with my decision afterwards.
I did the right thing, the legal thing, the safety conscious thing, and I’ve felt terrible ever since.
She looked scared, and confused, as I pulled my truck in nose-to-nose with her Outback, and I wasn’t surprised that she waived me over as soon as I stepped out into the parking lot. I noticed she was very close to the car next to her, a Charger, so I went around the back to approach her window.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before, but I’ve somehow locked myself in.”
Her hair was white. Her skin sagged away from fragile arms. She had lived many years. Her voice was small. It didn’t quiver, but it was full of fear and confusion. Her eyes begged for me to solve this mystery for her, so she could get her shopping done and continue with her day. I asked if she had a key…
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