Close Call

"Spare some change please?"

Carrie looked up at the guy who smelled of booze and shook her head before walking off.

"Bitch!"

Carrie ignored the guy and kept walking. She didn't have time to deal with a guy that was clearly a drunk. She didn't know if she could afford her rent so she couldn't help the guy even if she wanted to. When she was about to cross the street she felt herself being tugged back.

"What the hell?"

Then she realized that she'd just been saved from getting hit by a speeding van.

"Oh my god. That was close."

"You're welcome."

Carrie looked at the man who had just saved her.

"Thank you so much. Want a hot dog?"

By Barbara Desmond