Steve Hopkins looked around. He was stuck. He wasn’t moving.
He’d been betrayed, back stabbed and left to die on the wrong side of the street.
He’s a serious guy with a job that saves lives. This is no small thing.
Why? How could it happen?
He looked around him for the guilty party. But they were all guilty. Every dirty one of them.
“Not me, I was here late.” said the eyes of a cramped suited man.
“Me neither, I’m not closest.” whimpered the lips of a head phone adorned young woman.
So who was it?
The old lady!
“You crazy old lady - what did you do to me?” Steve yelled silently to the sky.
“I don’t care. I got time. I got time young man and I don’t care.” she mocked Steve with her purple hair and her wheely bag.
But Steve can’t blame her, it was all their fault. They all failed and were left stranded to ponder the consequences.
Until the lights changed again and we could cross the street.
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An off the top of my head short story for my 1,000′th twitter follower Steve Hopkins
Cheers!
