Submitted by Russ Towne
The thirteen little old ladies on Elm Street were more than a little unusual. They wore bright blue hats and played bridge at picnic tables at the Elm Street Park instead of inside their homes as most people of their advanced ages and infirmaries do.
Sadly, their neighborhood had become rundown over the years and crime increased. That didn’t stop them from playing cards in the park instead of behind locked doors.
One bright sunny day the inevitable happened. A grungy-looking man in his early twenties walked up to Miriam and demanded: “Give me your purse!”
She just smiled and firmly said, “No! If you take it you’ll deal with our club!”
“I’m not afraid of you old biddies!” He grabbed her purse and began to run. Miriam’s friend Mabel flung her cane at his legs. He tripped and fell, but clung to Miriam’s purse.
The thug scrambled to his feet and flicked open a switchblade knife. “Guess I’m going to have to show you a lesson or two about who you’re dealing with!” He turned toward Gwen who was trapped in her wheel chair.
He felt a tap on his shoulder from behind and wheeled around.
“You’ve met us ladies, now meet our club!” yelled Kate as she swung the biggest baseball bat he’d ever seen straight for his head.
They were the last things he saw or heard for a very long time.