#WritcoStoryPrompt7
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling it's contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed ahead to help her stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse. He still helped her out but he got a creepy-vibe from her. She told him Thank you and he went on his marry way. But little did he know, she did that on purpose. They were supposed to meet. It was a forced-encouter, one could say.

The old woman headed back to her house. She was plotting something against him. Reader, you don't know who I am but I have a valuable source. HeHeHe but don't worry. anyway, on with the story. She was planning something evil, something that would make him perish. Well, not death, but pretty close.

Now what makes that young man she met a target? you might be asking. Well, its because he reminds her of her husband who took his final breath a couple years ago. Her mental state went way down hill to the point if she sees anyone who looks, sounds, similar in any way, she plans against that person. Not fair, I know...