Author’s Note: I was feeling uninspired, I really wanted to write something; a story, a scene, anything…but I wasn’t feeling it. Then I got roped into going shopping (normally something I enjoy, but I wasn’t in the mood) and this happened. I apologize if the story sounds ridiculous, but you know what they say, “Reality is stranger than fiction.”
Lori trailed behind her friend, Christine, as they entered the store.
Lori was not in the mood of shopping. She’d planned on a night in – just her, some popcorn, and Johnny Depp. But Christine had called her in a panic. She had a party, but no dress, and would Lori please, pretty please, help her pick one out?
As Christine pulled dresses off the rack, Lori sighed to herself. She was a great friend. The very best.
“What do you think?” Christine asked, holding up a little black number.
Lori surveyed it. “Can’t hurt to try it on.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
They wandered the shop for some time.
“Hey, Christine, take a look at this,” Lori called.
Christine ambled over, both arms laden with dresses. “Pretty,” she said.
Lori reached out to check if it was the right size, but the dress was snatched from her before she could pick it up.
“What the -?”
A young guy was walking away from them, the dress and a purse clutched in his hands, as he threaded his way through the store.
Lori and Christine looked at each other. Lori’s heart beat a bit faster. “You don’t think…”
“He’s stealing it,” Christine said, confident. “He didn’t even look at the size; he just grabbed it and went.” Christine walked after him.
“Christine! Christine, don’t!” It was useless, and Lori knew it. She just hoped Christine didn’t try to tackle the guy. It wouldn’t be totally out of character for her.
She breathed a sigh of relief when Christine paused, and only then did she spare a glance at the alleged thief. He was wearing a baseball cap and didn’t seem in a rush to leave the store. For a second, Lori doubted her instinct. Maybe he wasn’t shoplifting after all.
Just then the alarm rang out and Lori watched the boy watch two girls run out of the store and race down the street.
They weren’t empty-handed.
A minute passed before he casually walked out the door.
A security guard appeared then. Apparently a few shoppers had gone to get him. Christine joined them, adding her own two cents.
The guard looked out the giant windows, walked out, came back in.
Christine came back to her. “I told you! Did you see them, Lori? He gave the dress to the two girls and they ran out! I knew right away, didn’t I tell you?”
“Yes, I know.”
“Gosh, I really don’t feel like shopping anymore, I’m all jumpy!” She dropped her load of dresses on a nearby shelf and Lori noticed her hands were shaking.
“But what about the party? Which dress will you get?”
“Oh, forget about the party! What do you say to girl’s night in?”