Flat

The evening tapped out before beginning – which I would think odd, for a Friday.

I wanted to just go back to my room and call it a night, but instead, I foolishly went searching for cleaning supplies to prepare the new home for our arrival.

As I walked to the entrance of the store, I had my wallet out to replace my license, after walking the dogs with it in my pocket.

I heard a man whisper, Hey miss! Hey miss!” But it didn’t permeate until I’d passed him.

He was be-scraggled and had a young child in a shopping cart with him, hidden from view of the market staff, so they wouldn’t catch him.

I must have looked like an easy mark – and it made me mad that he was using a child to justify his intent.