By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I began crossing over to walk into the store ... inside the white lines where pedestrians cross over at.
Skip grabbed me, pulled me back. Watch out! I looked to my right, a small, red car sped by, almost hitting me. My head turned to the left ... watching him drive too fast.
As he passed us, I looked inside the car. A young, black guy was driving ... he wouldn't look at me. I watched him drive away. I stood there, wondering what was he thinking. I wondered if he was sorry he almost hit me. Maybe ... he didn't give a damn.
We were on the way home, when I took my phone out. I heard something fall to the floor ... my stylus. I waited until we got to a stoplight, to open the door so, the light would come on ... I could look for it, then.
I leaned over with the door opened ... to look closely at the floor ... I heard something go by my head. I lifted myself up to see what it was.
A pickup truck came speeding by us ... so, he could go to the light, turn right. Well, nothing was wrong with that, excepting he was where he shouldn't have been ... there wasn't a lane for him to do that.
He shouldn't have been in that space at all ... he almost hit the door to my Expedition on the passenger side. He came too close to doing just that ... my head, shoulders would have been hit, also.
All the way home, I told myself I would be very careful of my movements. 'Three' ... is my number; there was only one to go ... to make it three.
I felt sort of anxious, I didn't want a third thing to happen. Thankfully, we made it home without incident. I came too close ... to being hurt seriously, tonight. I could have been killed. I didn't want ... a third thing to occur. That 'third' time ... could be ... fatal.