Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The slow walk




Her plan was to walk there directly. Not be distracted by the wafting smells of hot lunch from the streetside stalls or the lady with her new shipment of dresses from Florida for sale. The soles of her feet slid closer to the gungy pavement with every step as the sweat beaded in places that wouldn’t cool down fast. She stopped for a drink. While gulping back the sparkling sweetness she glanced down the road and saw him coming fast