A Woman Walking

She went out for a walk down E. 6th by the bistro, but no drink. She went past the book shop, no book would catch her.

She didn’t head towards the metro, that area wouldn’t be safe this time. She turned onto Rainey Street.

There were some kids sitting on some steps. As she passed, one boy picked up 3 balls and started juggling, as if trying to get her attention. She could feel their eyes on her as she strolled passed.

Further up, there was a small park, the gate was still open, as if the scene had been waiting for her. She went to the swing closest to the slide and sat.

She could still see the flashing lights. She could hear the high pitch of the tires screeching, and the foul smell of burnt rubber. It all happened so fast. This memory would be with her forever.