|PHOTO PROMPT- © Sandra Crook|
Feeling lonely in her den, she took to the roads bearing the brunt of the scorching heat, as she needed a breath of fresh air.She strolled leisurely until she perceived dark footsteps behind her.…
With a brain exposed to an over dose of thrillers, the passage ahead, with boring music blaring from one of the windows supplemented her fears.
Judging her end was near; she took a quick start and hid herself until she could pounce on the women haters; however, her trail of thoughts bears unexpected interruption –
“Hey Lady, What’s Cooking?” asked the policeman, patting her frail shoulder.