I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

grabbed my wrist.

Her hand was thin and cold and stronger than I expected for a woman her age.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t.”

I looked down at her. Her eyes were red but she wasn’t scared. She was something else. Something I couldn’t read.

“Ma’am, that man just robbed you. I have his plate…”

“He’s not robbing me.”

I stopped. The biker was climbing into continue reading …