Wednesday, August 5, 2015

100 Words a Day 675

She stepped over the groaning man without giving him another thought. He lay on the ground clutching his arm as she examined her reflection in the glass of a store window before resuming walking. She checked her watch and started walking faster, the sounds of pain growing muted behind her. She felt a bit bad about breaking his wrist and his elbow; they probably wouldn’t heal quite right. But that’s what you get for trying to rob someone dressed to the nines on their way to a hot date.

She was already sitting down to dinner when the ambulance arrived.

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