She bent down next to the parked car. A quick touchup and she’d be on her merry way.
But before even locating her lipstick, she felt them – an unwelcome pair of hands around her waist. She then clocked her would-be attacker’s smug reflection in the sideview mirror.
Silly boy, she thought.
A tight spin brought the two strangers suddenly face-to-face. She delivered a quick knee to the gut followed by an efficient strike to his right knee. Down before he knew what happened.
She watched him squirm on the filthy sidewalk and smiled.
Not her best work, but it’ll do.
The Weekday One Hundred 