Christmas At Timberwoods
“Something was wrong. His round eyes darkened as he watched the groups of people muttering among themselves. Some of the store owners had gathered outside their shops and were talking and gesticulating angrily.
Charlie sidled up to a small group of young women, who ignored him, giving him the chance to listen to their conversation.
“I don’t see any police,” one of them complained. “They always have police if there’s a bomb threat. I’m not leaving—I have too much shopping to do! Do what you want.... I’m staying!”
Charlie walked away, stunned. It appeared the whole complex was on red alert. She happened to be wrong—right now he could see several plainclothes officers aside from the usual security guards. He was sweating profusely by the time he rounded the corner to the stairway leading to the lower level. Bomb scare! He stumbled over to a bench and dropped heavily onto the hard wooden planks.
A little girl stopped to stare at him. “Are you sick?” she asked, but her mother grabbed the little girl’s arm and yanked her away.MoreLess
Charlie sidled up to a small group of young women, who ignored him, giving him the chance to listen to their conversation.
“I don’t see any police,” one of them complained. “They always have police if there’s a bomb threat. I’m not leaving—I have too much shopping to do! Do what you want.... I’m staying!”
Charlie walked away, stunned. It appeared the whole complex was on red alert. She happened to be wrong—right now he could see several plainclothes officers aside from the usual security guards. He was sweating profusely by the time he rounded the corner to the stairway leading to the lower level. Bomb scare! He stumbled over to a bench and dropped heavily onto the hard wooden planks.
A little girl stopped to stare at him. “Are you sick?” she asked, but her mother grabbed the little girl’s arm and yanked her away.MoreLess
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