This is an excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel:
Amanda was fumbling in her purse for her keys when a voice said, with low-toned menace, “Give me your purse or I will kill you.”
She jerked her head up. Standing between her and her Corolla were two men who looked barely old enough to shave. One jiggled from foot to foot like a child who needed to go to the bathroom, but the other stood firm, his hands steady on a gun.
The scene didn’t seem quite real. Perhaps she’d wandered onto a movie set? She looked around. No cameras. Just the two men standing before her in broad daylight.
Was there such a thing as narrow daylight? She giggled at the thought. Then stopped abruptly. I really am going crazy.
“What’s with you, bitch?” screamed the man with the gun. “Gimme your purse or I’ll kill you.”
“Promise?” Amanda said, clasping her purse to her chest.
The jiggling man lifted his hands and pointed a finger at her like a gun. “Yeah, we’ll kill you, bitch.”
“Okay.” Amanda stared at them, hope blossoming in her chest. God provides, David had been fond of saying. Maybe God was providing a way out of her grief.
The hand with the gun began to waver.
“Do it, man,” yelled the jiggler.
“Yes, do it,” Amanda said softly.
“I’m out of here.” The gunman took off running.
The jiggler danced in place. “Where are you going?”
“She’s crazy. Or a cop.” The words floated back to them from between a pick-up and a mini-van.
The jiggler looked longingly at Amanda’s purse, hesitated, then trotted after his companion.