by Abe & the Elum
Frank watched the woman turn the corner at the end of the street and disappear from view. He could hear her high heels clicking on the paving so he knew where she was. He debated wringing his sock out from the dousing it had suffered from the puddle but knew it was pointless. So he upped his pace so he could at least keep the woman in sight.
As he reached the corner a black sedan eased by him. Inside were two guys who looked worse than their fotofits. Frank felt a drip of wtaer trickle down the nape of his neck. He moved off, glancing back to see where the car had gone. As he did so he saw it turning back in his direction. Frank began a trot that tried not to give away the fact he was on to them. He heard the car, an automatic, kick down a gear, and rev wildly.
Frank had felt fear before, and he knew he was experiencing it now. Like when he was a kid of the streets and all the kids would put a match between their fingers, light it, and see who could let it burn down furthest before yelping….He ran, but the car had gathered speed, more than Frank was ever capable of.
“This is it”, he thought, as he watched the sedan career passed him, climb the pavement and plow into the woman he was following.
She rose in the air like a rag doll and was dead before she hit the tarmac. The sedan raced away into the night leaving Frank alone in the street…..