Creative Writing: The Pedestrian
A couple of weeks back I was approaching a pedestrian crossing and slowed down to a stop some twenty feet from the white lines as a young couple and their infant were making their way to the other side of the road. They were the only pedestrians at that time and there were no vehicles obstructing my view.
As the family neared the curb the father suddenly doubled back for several feet and stooped down. "What the heck is he up to?!" I thought to myself, since as I was about to step on the gas and the idiot was going to get himself run over. A fraction of second later I saw him dragging up a big bright white towel. He then sprinted to join his wife and
As the family neared the curb the father suddenly doubled back for several feet and stooped down. "What the heck is he up to?!" I thought to myself, since as I was about to step on the gas and the idiot was going to get himself run over. A fraction of second later I saw him dragging up a big bright white towel. He then sprinted to join his wife and