My Short Short for the Day

The memory hit her with a flash.  She stumbled backwards landing hard on the cement floor of the parking garage.  Her purse crashed to the floor scattering its contents in all directions.  She grabbed her head as the pounding increased and the pain stabbed through her.  Panic raced up through her body choking her.  She gasped for breath.  Sweat trickled down her neck leaving an icy trail of fear.

“Excuse me.  Are you alright Miss?”  The man bent down and gently touched her arm.

“Ahhh!”  The scream came out more as a whisper.  She scrunched her eyes shut as tight as she could, holding on to her mind.  Refusing to let go.

“Miss?  Should I call someone?”  The urgency in the man’s voice started to seep through.

She could only grunt quietly as the pain finally began to subside.  The pounding dulled and her throat opened up.  She gulped in air and released her head.

“Miss?”  The man was gently shaking her.

“Huh..uh.  Yes.  I…I’m ok.”  She opened her eyes to the most brilliant blue eyes she’d ever seen.  Her face flushed as she smiled.  “Migraine.”

“Well, uh, you should get that checked out.”  The man helped her collect her belongings.  “I’ve heard there is a shot you can get now to help.”

“Yes, yes, I should do that.”  She quickly shoved her items back into her purse and took his hand.

“There you go.”  The man smiled at her with perfect warmth.  “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes.  Thank you.”  She smiled again, feeling almost normal now.

“Ok, well.  You take care now.”  The man walked toward the elevator and stopped at the door.  He looked back and smiled, giving her a quick wave.

She waved, then turned to her car.  Now where did I put those keys she mumbled digging in her purse.