Traveller; City Road
The cars rushing past were agitated cheetahs. They squealed and screamed, annoyance bubbling up inside. Taxi after taxi, bus after bus slithered to halt in the rush hour traffic. The side walk wasn't much better; skateboard, bike, scooter. Beautiful diesel fumes polluted the delicate air, filling my nose with their heavy perfume.
SLAM!
And I'm down on the cold wet tarmac. The car pulls away and I'm left, alone, drowning in my own, sticky blood.





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