Post #4- The Mugger

The sound of birds chirping in the air woke Brendan from his slumber in the dimly lit store. His coughing drowned the sound soon after. The dust stirred as he tried getting up. The old rag wrapped around his cut hand did little to suppress the searing pain. His red wagon holding the box that captured his attention for so long caught Brendan's eye. His mind filled with anger. "You're the reason I'm not in my apartment enjoying a nice cup of coffee. God damn you!", he said as he kicked the wagon. Giving himself some time to cool off, Brendan took the handle of the wagon and walked out of the store.

The streets outside served as a testament to the strength of the storm. Brendan looked in awe of the destruction one storm can do. He started to walk back to the apartment building but his trek was stopped short. A hydrant ruptured causing him to change course. He had to take a back alleyway. In his effort to move through the garbage, he failed to notice the man walking up to him

"Give me your wallet"

"Shit", Brendan whispered. "Dude, I don't have anything on me."

The hooded man pulls out a gun and shouts, "I ain't playing man."

Brendan searched his pockets for anything to give to the mugger but only came up with three dollars. "This is all I have."

"What's in the wagon?"

"Just a stupid box. Take it please."

"Hand over the wagon and scram."

Brendan got pout the alley as fast as he could, but in with all the feelings of fear, he felt some feeling of relief. At last, his life could go back to normal without that wretched box.