Snippet #12627

Walking down the street, Ana felt a surge of hunger. It's getting late, and the only places left open are crappy convinience stores and empty bars.. She thinks as she heads up 57th Street. The wind bites into her, but she just shakes it off as usual. Finally Ana spots a small corner store where she can begin to spend her money. As she approaches the door, she notices a man in a baseball cap quickly fleeing the store. With a puzzled look on her face, Ana cracks the door open and listens to the clerk talking on the phone:

"Yeah, hello?... Police?..... Marsuvs Black... just in my store...."

Ana jaw drops. "No. No. No!" Memories flood to her head of Marsueves. How they met, how he "loved" her. The murder. The trial. The sentence. He's supposed to be in jail! Not passing me by on the streets! Oh god, please don't come looking for me! I'll kill him if he does. Ana flew from the entrance as her thoughts jumbled around her head. "God, why?!" She screams as she turns around a corner. Her back is flat against the brick wall. Trying to hold back tears, Ana slides down the wall to a squat. "No, no. Why? Him. No. Here? God why?" She sputters as tears flow down her cheeks. I'll never escape him, will I? The last thing on this Earth I'll see is his face. Damn him. Damn Marsueves Black She thinks to herself as she rests her head on her knees.