A chilly Saturday afternoon. A handful of people strolling. I walk too, allowing the mild winter sun to wash over me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a young man sprinting straight towards me, shouting. ‘Is he talking to me?’ Indeed. He comes closer. I catch a whiff of unwashed hair.
‘Gimme your money, gimme me your money.’
Jelly legs. I am to be mugged. I yank my bag off my shoulder, prepare to throw it to the ground. ‘Only joking’, he says. I sign a thumbs up, pretending everything is fine.
He lopes off, muttering unintelligibly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a young man sprinting straight towards me, shouting. ‘Is he talking to me?’ Indeed. He comes closer. I catch a whiff of unwashed hair.
‘Gimme your money, gimme me your money.’
Jelly legs. I am to be mugged. I yank my bag off my shoulder, prepare to throw it to the ground. ‘Only joking’, he says. I sign a thumbs up, pretending everything is fine.
He lopes off, muttering unintelligibly.
