This was something that happened in movies and on TV and in the news, but not to people like me. I was a nobody. I pressed a hand over my mouth, trying to suppress my heavy breathing and tears, as I moved myself further back into the closet. One minute I was nicely shopping for something for Dad’s birthday, and the next, I was cowering in this supply closet, trying not to make a sound. I whimpered, as a pair of shoes passed by the door and stopped. A hand rested on the doorknob, it started to turn; but, someone called, and the man released the door and went away. I let out a shuddering breath and dug into my purse for my pepper spray, ready to douse whoever opened the door. When one of the robbers walked away, the door opened a crack, and I could see a little of what was going in the store. Glass display cases were cracked, three safes hung open, and the owner of the store was being held at gunpoint, giving up the code for the fourth and final safe.
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