Drabble: Cornered in a Corner
She would run, but where would she run to? The walls pressed against her from behind, and in front of her stood a man with massive guns for arms.
“What are you here? This is private property.”
“I’m looking for my hamster,” she said. And because he still looked like he wanted to throw her out the window, she grabbed her phone. “I have a picture.”
“It’s not here.”
“You sure?” She opened her gallery.
“Yes. Now get out.” He stepped aside.
She scrambled out of the corner with an eep! and didn’t stop until she was on another floor.
Well, she tried. She hoped her distraction was long enough for the others to escape with the shinies without getting caught.