THE PURSE

RAVIN 'INK Prompt : haunting memories

As a wee girl growing up in NYC, my mother would send me out to play on the sidewalk

vulnerable and innocent, i befriended a stranger who admired my doll carriage

he asked me many questions to which i answered.....he asked me if he could come up to my apartment

"of course", I said...my mom was not home but I had a key...

the elevator man gave me a weird look

I used the key, he followed behind me, turning his head to see if it was safe

he went into my mother's room, tore through her purse and ran...

My mother came home and scolded me

I cried for days

never will forget

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A frightening incident indeed. On the other hand, it could have been a lot worse.

[Betty Hermelee]

thanks John for your spot on review!
warmly,B🌷

[Lorry]

We all learn our lessons of being too trusting at times, but the importance of these mistakes is not doing anything wrong yourself, but the world becomes a little less innocent the more we learn about it.

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you Lorry, a fine review…. and thanks for the tip!
warmly, B