new fear

I was in a parking garage. I'd fallen down stairs and hurt my leg the previous night and so was not my usual vibrant self; a little fragile. It was a slow walk from my car to the elevator.

A man came out of a door at the end of the garage, balding, stocky. He was walking with purpose toward me, his hand in his pocket. The possibility that he may have been concealing a gun become very real. It's gurgled up more than once today.

I felt Fear.

Now I know what small women feel.