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Pieces Of Life
#WritcoStoryPrompt7
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed ahead to help her, stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse.
His breath caught in his throat as his mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The woman, frail and with silver hair, didn’t fit the image of someone carrying a weapon. But there it was, unmistakable and real.
The old woman glanced down, realizing what had happened. Her eyes widened, not with fear but with something that looked like resignation. Slowly, she bent down, her...
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed ahead to help her, stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse.
His breath caught in his throat as his mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The woman, frail and with silver hair, didn’t fit the image of someone carrying a weapon. But there it was, unmistakable and real.
The old woman glanced down, realizing what had happened. Her eyes widened, not with fear but with something that looked like resignation. Slowly, she bent down, her...
