Goodwill to All Men
KAREN hit the ground hard. Her shock at the rough landing was worsened by the sight of her favourite handbag disappearing down the road in the fist of a scruffy youth who was zigzagging his way through the crowd.
She stumbled as she tried to get to her feet and felt a strong hand under her elbow.
“Are you okay?” her rescuer asked, helping her to a bench.
“I’ll be back in a mo.” And he chased off after her assailant.
Karen rubbed her bruised knee and considered her misfortune. So much for getting the Christmas shopping done early. She’d expected the town would be quieter if she did it now, but with all the sales on it didn’t seem to have made any difference.
And now all her money and cards were gone. She thought of the
