She had little to go on:
sparkly jacket by the wall,
black loafers here
“Well, Annie,” a voice cooed, “Are ya okay? Are ya okay, Annie?”
She ran, certain she’d been hit by a smooth criminal.
©2020 Chel Owens
Written in response to Deb’s 42 Words prompt: Thriller and Suspense. Sorry, Deb. 🙂