She looked fragile, confused and vulnerable.
“What’s up, Ma?” said a trucker.
“I’ve lost my purse in the bushes, with all my savings in it” she whispered. “Please help me…”
The trucker grinned at his mate.
“Sure we will, honey.”
One took her arm, as the other glanced furtively around the car park before following them into the bushes.
Vehicles came and went, people stretched their legs, the air hung humid and heavy.
An old lady emerged from the bushes looking fragile, confused and vulnerable.
“Everything OK, lady?” said a concerned motorist.
“I’ve lost my purse in the bushes…”
Hot as Hades here in the UK, and we’re not accustomed to this. Everytime there’s the remotest indication of rain approaching on the weather map, the little blue patch obligingly leaps over Dorset before carrying on along the coast. A month’s worth of rain on Friday they say… yeah right. Rochelle, esteemed leader of Friday Fictioneers, tells me she had rain this week – glad someone did.