She left McDonalds, and headed across the street to the park. Sitting on the sun warmed grass, she opened her bag and removed her hamburger. This was a special treat. It was not often she had a hot meal. As a transient she hitch hiked all over. Her gypsy blood unsettled didn't allow her to stay in one place too long.
The sun warmed her, lending to a well needed comfortable feeling of security. Half way through the hamburger and fries, a shadow crossed her face, then another. She looked up to see what had blocked the sun. Several thoughts and emotions went through her at once. Finally she settled on a single one. Shear terror.