She paused for a moment, her hand by the small, stiletto-shaped kitchen knife. She listened carefully to make sure no-one was going to come into the kitchen and surprise her. There would be much too much explaining to do. Not this time though; nobody was around. Quickly she pulled the knife out of its place in the storage block and in one movement dropped it into her open purse. She snapped the purse shut, picked up her sunglasses and car keys and left. Within a minute she was in her car, motor running. She was ready.
It wasn’t a long drive – not even five minutes. But she’d thought it better to drive than to walk. She needed to do this quickly as there wasn’t much time. Good, the parking lot was crowded so she wouldn’t call a lot of attention to herself. You never knew when an overly attentive store clerk or manager might get too curious. She found a parking place, checked one more time to be sure she still had the knife and then got out of the car, locking it behind her as she went.
Crossing the parking lot wasn’t a problem. She wasn’t dressed conspicuously – just jeans and a nondescript shirt. So it wasn’t likely anyone would notice her. As soon as she got into the store she wanted, though, she started to worry. It was nearly empty so she’d stand out much more than she wanted to. Still, she had no choice; this was where her target was. She’d seen the target here before and had been preparing to do this for a while. Really, this was the only place to do what needed to be done.
“Good morning,” called out a cheerful sales clerk as she entered the store.
“’Morning,” she answered, a little too brightly. Why the hell did the clerk have to be right at the front of the store? She’d have to be on the alert and take her chance the moment she could.
“Can I help you find something?” the clerk asked.
“Oh, no, thanks. Just browsing.” Please, please please leave me alone, she thought. She pretended to be interested in a pair of beach sandals and after a moment or two, the clerk returned to the stock-taking he’d been doing. Good. She continued to look at the sandals, all the while looking out of the corner of her eye to see if she could find her real target.
It didn’t take long. There the target was, just where she’d hoped. Nobody was watching, either, so this would be easy. She glanced around just to be sure and then began to open her purse. Damn! There was a security guard walking by! She’d have to wait. She looked at a couple of purses while she waited for another chance at her target.
She counted a full minute, just to be sure. Then she looked round her again. Nobody was there. She’d have clear access to her target – exactly what she wanted. Now was the time. She’d have to do this now or not do it at all. She swallowed once and fingered the knife in her purse.
She crept up to the target, pulled the knife out of the purse, and….. took the ‘photo! Then she dropped the knife swiftly back into the purse and smiling happily, put the shoe she’d spied back on the rack. She didn’t even see the clerk as she left the store.
Nobody could say she didn’t put any effort into her blog ‘photos!
Happy weekend, everyone!
*NOTE: The title of this post is a line from Billy Joel’s Stiletto.