Stolen

Judy never envisioned that her normal day would take a turn into a bad dream. It started like every other morning—bright and full of hope. The sun spilled through the sheer shades of her flat, casting delicate brilliant beams over the room.

Judy yawned as she extended in bed, a grin playing on her lips as she thought of the day ahead. But that day, which had begun with such positive thinking, would before long turn into something dull and terrifying.

It all started when Judy chose to talk a walk to the nearby market. She loved the market, with its bustling air, the merchants yelling out the freshness of their voice, and the cluster of colors from the flowers, natural products, and vegetables on show. It was a put of life and dynamic quality, a place where she may lose herself within the basic joy of picking out the ripest apples or the freshest bouquet of daisies.

As she strolled through the market, she felt a sense of peace. It was a calm day—sunny but not as hot, with a delicate