Face in the Crowd

I saw a woman the other day, and I'll never forget her.  She wasn't particularly pretty or anything like that.

I was putting groceries in the trunk of my car when I looked up and saw her, sitting in the back seat of a car, some feet away.  There was a man outside the car, talking on his phone, but I was too far to hear him.  She mouthed something but I couldn't tell what she had said.  Not then, at least.

It wasn't until I got home, put away my purchases, and turned on the television that my heart sank.

There, on the local news, was the story of a kidnapped woman.  She was the woman in the car that I had seen.  Thinking back to her I realized what it was she had tried to say:

"Help me."