Chapter 8: Robbed

I jumped up from the bench to someone shaking me by the shoulder. Standing before me was a strawberry-blonde female with streaks of gray hair at the front of her hair. She appeared to be in her late 50s.

Frightened by her, my heart raced, and I looked around to see that it was almost night.

How long was I unconscious? I brush a hand over my hair.

"Are you okay?" The strange lady's eyes carefully studied me.

Just as I was about to respond, I realized the envelope I'd hidden in my clothes was gone. I didn't feel it. Panicking, I searched the floor to see if it had fallen. There was sight of it on the ground.

"Have you seen a yellow envelope?" Quickly, I asked the strange lady.

She shook her head, knowing nothing about it.

Someone had stolen it when I was unconscious. Devastated, I sat on the bench and rested my head in my hands. I was now back where I had been, with nothing.

"I have nowhere to go, and the envelope that was stolen from me was the only cash I have," I wept to the strange