I m in a bit of a rush. Good day, miss, he says as I walk away. The chimes toll one-thirty from the church on the next street. I walk down Anthony road until I get to Sally s street. My eyes wander up and down the street.
Children run in and out of houses playing various games with their friends.
An older couple walk quietly by, smiling at me as they pass. Someone grabs me from behind and squeezes my tiny frame until my breath bursts out of my chest. Gasping for air I scream out, attracting everyone s attention. Jesus Mar Sorry if I scared you. Sally stands with her broad shoulders and thick arms hanging in an apologetic manner.