ALMOST THERE
It was annoying really. The sound of the wiper against the liquidless glass. Outside, everything's just pure slush and water. No rainbows here. This isn't one of those birds-chirping why-don't-we-go-to-the-park mornings. In fact, it was the opposite.
Brrrup……..brrrup……..brrrup……..brr-rrrup….….
God, it's giving me a headache. I turn to look at him pleadingly. Make it stop! He didn't hear it. He's looking at Lolita, who dares to wear a skirt in this awful day, crossing the street in small mincing steps with her 6-inch heels. I could so kill her for that fur trim on her coat.
Brrrup……..brrrup……..brrrup……..brr-rrrup……..
I wait for the green. I look at it, willing for turn it to green - green - green - GREEEEN!!!! But no, it chooses to stay red, taking all its little time, probably stopping by each frickin' wirepost to analyze its essence, like girls who look at their reflections in every glass window at the mall.
Brrrup……..brrrup……..brrrup……..brr-rrrup……..
All the blood in my head, pounding at my veins, threatening like quick cancer. Really. It was killing me. All this wait. All this-
SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then the crash. I've never seen metal twist so fast like that before, never heard it crunch so loud like that before. But all I saw was the poor doggy scampering away and I just knew I had to save it from all those evil cars careening to revive the human bodies.
Brrrup……..brrrup……..brrrup……..brr-rrrup……..
Of course, he has to stay here. The whole scene was right in front of us. Parts of what must have been a middle-aged man lay unattached like dead birds in the middle of the road. I motioned to him that I wanted to leave. Dazed, he pulled a knob and the bus door opened.
Brrrup……..brrrup…….brrrup……..brr-rrrup……..
"Be careful out there, miss!" The driver calls out.
"Yeah, whatever!" I muttered. Screw him and his wiper.
I didn't even look back. The doggy looked lost at the corner. I had to make sure it wasn't hurt or anything. For now, it's all that matters. Not the dying bodies. Not the rain. Not even the frickin' green light flashing up above.
-- Christela Cabreros
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