Memories 3...
The little girl that was being asked the question looked with fear in her eyes.
She was the only there. Her mother had gone out to get some ice-cream for her.
When the mother of the grill returned, she found a hideous, out-of-place looking man, staring intensely, while smiling broadly at her daughter.
She was just in time to arrive when the man was about to place his dirty hands on her daughter.
Shouting from where she stood, she was able to catch the man's attention before his hands landed on her precious daughter.
"Hey you, there...!" The woman called.
Everyone's attention tired to face the door.
And there stood a woman in an obviously white t-shirt with a black jacket worn over it, and and a blue denim jean trouser, and black sneakers with a shiny watch on her wrist.
She also wore a black baseball cap and her black her was let loose and was flowing in the breeze as she stood, legs apart, as if ready to fight.