The day was cold. She was darting around town trying to complete as much as possible in her trip into town. She was walked the entire length of the local mall. The West side of the small building was mostly vacant. An anchor store at the far end didn't seem too far. The walk back toward the side her car was parked. She passed a group of 5 guys who gathered in front of a vitamin store. They started talking amongst themselves loud enough for her to hear. Saying: "Mmm I want some of that, me too". She was wearing jeans and a large long jacket. Her hair was haphazardly pulled back. Whatever the group was imagining about her was a joke between them. She didn't want to look at them to confront the immature group dynamic. She slowed down as they approached. She quickly turned into a brightly lit shoe store. Looked around at the merchandise a bit. She checked to make sure the coast was clear before making her way to her vehicle. She had a plan to deal with them if they had continued to follow her. It wasn't necessary that day. She was concerned about the next solitary female the group encountered. Whatever consequence their level of humor or seriousness entailed weighed heavy on her mind. There was no way of knowing how far that situation would have gone. There was no way of knowing their intent. She knows it scared her. The constant concern for any woman.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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