Thursday, October 17, 2013
100 Words a Day 410
She raced down the street, dodging almost everyone, those that she didn’t, she left shaking a fist and yelling at her as she was speeding towards the corner. She was breathing hard and her feet hurt. Fortunately she had worn athletic shoes that day. She rounded the corner and the shop was in sight. She charged on, oblivious to the crowd of people shuffling along, eager to make it to the store before it closed. She caught the time on the old train station clock out of the corner of her eye as she ran by, still one minute left.