A body breezed past Barry and onto the pedestrian crossing.
‘What the … Hey, lady!’
A car swerved to avoid the woman.
‘You’re … Hey!’
She continued her path, seemingly oblivious to the traffic.
A car honked its horn.
Without thinking Barry hurried out after her, his arms outstretched as if they would somehow stop an 18-wheeler.
‘Are you crazy?’
Her face was wet with tears. ‘What?’
‘You’re going to get killed.’
‘So?’
‘And you’re going to kill others.’
‘Others?’
‘Come-on.’ He pulled her back to safety.
‘I need to cross.’
‘To the other side, but not the other side.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Oh, that's a dramatic moment, Rob. Makes me wonder what was going on with the woman to get her to that point. Nice tension-building, too - well done
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