Friday, January 2, 2015

Drabble #62

Will, braking aggressively, abruptly stopped the car before the white line. The old lady shot him a dirty look as she continued to cross the street. Just a few seconds ago, she had looked like a deer in the headlights, eyes and mouth wide open, probably scared out of her mind.
Sorry, ma'am, Will mouthed to her, giving her an apologetic look. 
He proceeded through the intersection, distracted, not expecting the body that suddenly landed on his windshield. The person slowly turned around. Will screamed, not because someone had just landed on his car, but because that person was himself.

1 comment:

  1. Hey, Liana. I'm guessing this entry is derived from personal experience?