Here are the opening two paragraphs:
'The pavement rises up and hits her, Slams into her face, drives the lower rim of her glasses into her cheek. She is laid out there, prone. What is this? Voices are chattering above her; people are concerned. Of course.
She says, 'My bag'.
A face is alongside hers. Woman. Nice woman. 'There's an ambulance on the way, my dear. You'll be fine. Just keep still till they come.'
'Your shopping's right here. The Sainsbury's bag.'
Bag is not. She'd known that somehow. Right away.
Another voice, up above. Man's voice. 'She's been mugged, hasn't she?. That's what it is.'
'How It All Began' by Penelope Lively
Would you read on? I am.