Gifts and CursesGifts and Curses from a Stranger
My knees were numb to the cold. The chilly breeze enveloped my bare neck like a glassy shawl of mountain air. I raced down the sidewalk, headlong towards the rushing traffic of Maple Street*. Maybe, if I'm fast enough... I thought, it won't be too late. I can save her. The streaks of car headlights made ribbons of gold and ruby along the street. It happened before I reached the corner.
It seemed as if I had heard everything happen, but then I looked up and saw it. It was as if I was sitting through two halves of the same movie; the audio came first, then the visual. I heard the screech of the truck as I passed the last house on the street. My heart grew sick― no, it had been sick all the while I was running. It had simply doubled over and spilled out.
Now that I could see the street I watched the full-size, yellow truck lurch to a stop. As my legs remembered to break before I dashed into the traffic myself, the small-framed, black shadow that stoo