It was early on Saturday morning and Jane and her daughter, Lola, were at the local groceries buying food for the week. Jane was tall and had long, bright red hair, Lola was 8 years old, she had she also had long hair, but hers was blondish-brown. She looked very similar to her mother and one could easily tell they were related.
"Lola," Jane asked her daughter, "which fruits would you like?". "Apples and Oranges!" Lola replied enthusiastically as she ran over to the front of the shop where the fruits was located. Lola could reach the oranges but not the apples, so she picked the oranges while Jane picked the apples. Lola ripped 2 plastic bags off the wheel and handed one to her mum. She picked up the 5 oranges one at a time, each time checking for approval from her mum. At the same time Jane did the same, picking up 5 apples, one at a time seeking for approval from Lola. Lola was determined to get the reddest apples in the shop so it took while before Jane had 5 apples. As they twisted the bags at the top so the fruit wouldn't fall out they walked over to the shopkeeper to pay for the fruit. "That'll be $6.50" the shopkeeper said in a dull tone as she looked up from her magazine. Jane paid the shopkeeper the money and left the shop. There was fifty cents change and Lola asked if she could get a lollipop from the newsagent next door.
Lola ran ahead into newsagent and headed straight for the counter, where the lollipops jar was, "Mummy! I found the lollipops" she yelled to her mum as she reached the front of the shop. "Okay Lola, you're only allowed one! When you've chosen give the lady the money, I ll be standing out the front.", "Okay mummy" . As Jane walked to the front of the newsagent a white van with a shattered back windscreen and dented sides sped past the shop, the sound of it s roaring engine echoed across the street, and probably the surrounding area. The driver slammed the breaks 20 meters or so up the road, leaving a solid black tire track on the road from the sudden breaking. Just as quickly as the van had stopped it started again, reversing towards the newsagents. The van was suddenly in front of the shop. The van door slid open and inside is a man dressed fully in black. He was on one knee aiming a gun only a few people noticed the van. A young man dressed in a Sailor uniform standing near the magazine rack looked up and started to move away from the van. As he dropped the magazine he had been flicking through, the shooter fired and the sailor was shot point blank in the chest. After the shot people start to scream, ducking under tables, some brave people run over to the Sailor. Jane just stood there stunned as she stared into the face of the shooter. He noticed her and winked, banging the hood of the van, signalling the driver to leave, and slammed the sliding door shut. Just as quickly as the van came, it was gone, only one young sailor had lost his life.
Edited by: Cicixoxo