Start Fiction:
Evan had caught a glimpse, but Lorna blended in to the crowd. He walked faster in her direction, bumping in to people as he went from face to face, his head turning left and right.
He reached the corner, and stopped. Could it have really been Lorna? What would she be doing here? She wouldn't be looking for him, would she?
The last time Evan had seen her she had put two bullets in him. He searched the crowd on the other. Side of the street. He let out a little laugh, took a deep breath. Perhaps his imagination had gotten the best of him.
He turned back down the street smiling, still searching the crowds, looking back over his shoulder from time to time. In some demented way Evan would like to see her again. She was a good person at heart; a strong, independent woman who had gotten caught up in something she couldn't, wouldn't, share with him.
As Evan walked back to the grocery store at the other end of the block, he chuckled and stopped searching through the crowds. Regardless that Lorna had shot him, some how he wondered if it was for his own protection. From who or what he was not sure. Evan wanted to believe she had her reasons and whatever it was, he was willing to forgive her enough to talk; in a very public place, of course.
However, it probably was something he didn't need to waste time thinking about since it was improbable Lorna was even still alive.
End Fiction.
This one might need more time to develop. I am liking the possibilties here...
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