Page 68 of Dirty Desires

Moving a bit closer to the inside of the sidewalk, I was getting ready to go into the door of the market. Some idiot boys cut in, cutting me off and stopping me dead in my tracks as they played some game of chase or something. “Hey, you little shits!”

One of them actually pushed me into the way of another boy, shouting, “You’ll never catch me, Joey!”

Joey pushed me out of his way, as if I wasn’t even a real person. “Ha, fuck you, Ray-Ray! I’ll get you. You’ll see.”

As they ran off into the pack of people, I turned around to get back to the entrance of the market. Now I was muttering obscenities under my breath, “Damn little bastards. Where are their parents? Heathens!”

Some man shouted, “Move!”

I stopped to look back to see who was being rude now. I had just about had it with rude people. I was ready to chew his ass out, no matter who he was or how big he was. “Now, see here,” I shouted.

But the crowd was parting, people running in every direction. The sound of the horn was so loud that I couldn’t think.

“Move!” came the loud order again. Only this time it was a woman who had said it. “Get the hell out of the way!”

I didn’t know which way to turn. People were going every which way. Horror filled me as three people who had been in front of me seconds ago, suddenly weren’t.

“He’s driving through everyone!” came another shout.

And then the grill of a truck was right there in front of me. Barreling toward me, mowing down everyone in its path.

Including me.