Keep It

The pocket knife was small but ominous. The man’s eyes were cold, set deep into his dark mask. Emily looked at him with disgust, too angry to recognize any fright.

“God, what is it with you men? You just take, take, take. Don’t have anything to give, huh?” She thrust the purse at him and started walking away as she said, “Take the fucking thing and leave me alone.”

Seven steps later, while she fantasized about her flat, a bottle of wine, and a Colin Firth movie marathon (bookended by his Mr. Darcy portrayals), an awful realization hit her.

“Shit!” She yelled, spinning around. “Hey!”

The man disappeared around a corner. She shouted louder, desperation in her voice for the first time.

“Seriously, keep it! Just… Please! Can I have my keys back?”


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Michelle on September 1, 2009 at 10:54 pm

    This is actually very interesting. I would read more about her.


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