Whispered Conversation Overheard
He’s still out there
Sinister whisper
Her confidant nods
Eyes masked, body language shut
It is almost closing time
I wonder about this
The bag boy packs up my groceries
Unconcerned, about seventeen
Perhaps did not hear
More likely on his way to the back
A hand-held electronic game might be waiting
I glance at the whisperers.
Are they frightened? Intrigued? Flattered?
Do I have need to worry? I glance around.
Any adult males here or tough-looking older females?
Is it safe to walk to my car in the dark?
Is Jack the Ripper waiting?
Are these young girls safe?
What about the bag boy?
Maybe this is his enemy.
I get into my car swiftly and lock the doors.
My heart is racing.
Someone puts a noose around my neck
from the backseat….
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