Wandering towards
the street, she looked left, right, left…
Her foot rose from
the curb. As she stepped, the blast of a horn stunned her. A sting of hot air sliced
her face and forced her to stumble backward. Unbidden tears followed.
What happened? Where
did that come from? Better question - Where
was she?
~~~
Not an Alzheimer’s
moment this – just the effects of flipping your world on its axis and walking
on the wrong side of life, African-style. It has a main character, plot and climax, therefore I shall call it a short story. A flash fiction, if you will. In 55 words no less! Isn't that interesting?
I bet that G-Man might think so...
