Short Story: Trapped by an Argument
This was bad.
All she wanted was to find a bin to throw her empty cup in. She hadn’t expected a heated argument to blunder in after her.
“That’s not what I said!”
“Yes you did!”
She couldn’t go out because they were in the way and she really didn’t want to draw their attention to her. All she could do was remain silent and hope for them to leave soon.
Then the knives came out, and she didn’t care if she got their attention. She was getting out.
A hand clamped around her arm.
“Who are you? How much did you hear?”
Sharp things. Angry people. Nah. She was not staying a second longer.
She bit him and sprinted away.