When My Rapist Ambushed Me With Step Nine in the Target Parking Lot

And how strangers I never saw again came to my rescue

Maisie Archer
Black Bear

Photo by Engin Akyurt/pexels

“You probably don’t remember me, but . . .”

My body remembers him before my mind does, and I’m on my knees in the Target parking lot before I realize who is standing in front of me.

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Maisie Archer
Black Bear

70s/80s girl, big sister, single mom, indiscriminate reader. Writer of fiction, poetry, and personal essays about all the things.