#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
"Madam?" His frail voice spoke.

She turned to the direction of the sound.
He noticed she has impaired vision when her neck bobbled up and down.

"Yes, who are you please?"
Her voice was youthful but the prominent lines of forgotten smiles told stories of her age.

"Ma'am, I think you dropped something."

The woman's laughter sent bright and cheery...