You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
9:45am displayed on the clock as she glanced at it frantic. She was late again. Grabbing the yellow rain slicker that hung beside the front door, she snatched it while patting down her pockets making sure she had everything she needed with her and speed out the door.
Rain splattered down on the wet circles of the road as she single mindedly pushed herself to hurry as her footsteps splashed through water. I got to make it in time she thought to herself as she neared the bus stop. A bright pink something fluttered near the bottom of bus stop pole. Bending down, she grabs it to find a square of paper folded in half with the words “Don’t stand up” written in bold ink across it.
Just as her eyes cross the paper a gust of air strokes her cheek and the heavy scent of gas and motor oil surround her as the world shatters in squealing brakes, terrifying screams and the crunch of metal and shattering glass. Instinctively curling her arms around her swollen tummy as her baby kicks hard, she turns just her head to see the wreckage and gasps.