Deviation

I had been watching this store for days.

A young woman, a striped jacket, a green bank bag, and a silver Chevy. She emerged at 10 AM on the dot. Just as every other morning.

Everyday. No variation.

Didn't she know the dangers?

I laughed to myself, she would soon.

*****

Perhaps he thought I was unaware of his dark green Jeep. I had been watching him since he began watching me.

I would never allow myself to fall into a trap. I take note of my surroundings each time I am out.

How unlucky for him.

*****

I am confident in her routine. Today will be the day.

I have a plan I am equally confident in. Foolish girl.

Today, I park next to her. I can feel the excitement build as the time ticks by.

Five more minutes.

I exit my Jeep and crouch by her passenger door. I hear her steps.

I reach up to make my move. The passenger door swings open making contact with my nose and jaw.

The pain I feel is consuming.

"You bitch," I sputter through the blood.

She pulled out shouting, "Can't out con a con."

Turning away from the bank.