By Kathy Koches
She screamed as sharp needle-like nails dug into her arm. Behind her back, arms reached out to clutch at her, grabbing her shirt, trying to tear it from her body. Fear consumed her and she felt paralyzed, unable to run, unable to escape. She struggled against the iron grip of her attacker, finally breaking free and running to the nearest door.
Hammering on the door, yelling for help, she entered, dripping blood from her finger tips. Cries of surprise and horror filled her ears, as those inside took in her disheveled appearance. Gently they led her in, bandaged her wounds and dried her tears. At last she was safe.
Note to Self: do NOT park next to a cactus!