The Store is Closed

Dragging Bradley along behind her, Karen finally made it to the clothing store, only to find the front door locked. For a moment she cursed herself. She'd wanted to get to the mall early to avoid the rush, and hadn't even considered that things might not be open at this time in the morning.

She was now stood there barefoot, one hand clutching her son, the other her broken shoes and no way yet to replace them, all the while the giggling girls by the fountain continued to stare at her.