A woman sat in the dark at the back of the store. She did not move, even when she saw that he brandished a gun. He stared at her through the shadows, unnerved by her calmness, wishing he could see her clearly. He had told her to get the money out of the cash register. Nothing. He shouted out: ‘You’d better move, and move fast!’ She didn’t flinch. Now what? He moved slowly toward her, still pointing the gun ….

Published, October 2008, in The Yellow Room, Issue 1 .  Won second place in Readers Choice