A very short – based on a true – story.
The two girls linked arms as they walked. They weren’t dressed for the weather, which was icy drizzle, choosing instead to wear short skirts and T-shirts. They laughed as they chatted about the latest beau on their hit list, seemingly oblivious to the inclement cold.
I was walking in the opposite direction, wearing a heavy wool coat, buttoned up tightly, and a knitted hat with a faux fur lining. As I neared them, I wondered if they would move into single file so that we could all neatly cross the train tracks.
When we were almost level, the one on the left looked me straight in the eye and knocked me into the path of an oncoming Range Rover, which swerved to avoid me.
“And then we’re going bowling.”