Vicky

You’re driving home late at night and stop to get gas. It’s not a great part of town. You’re at the pump, pumping your gas when you see something odd. There’s another car at a nearby pump, with the hose in the tank, but the car owner is girl that seems upset. You look up and see the woman in her twenties, looking very nervous and out of place. You see a tear roll down her cheek. You can’t help yourself so you go in and up to and say… I’m sorry, Miss? I couldn’t help noticing… are you ok? Then she starts crying properly…. And now you can tell she’s been drinking too.