Monday Miss

Monday morning, I mumbled with my head down as I lugged my bag up to my stop. Mondays were always the worst. I had an essay exam in my the first-period class; it could not get any worse than that I huffed.

As I neared my stop, halfway up the huge hill, I saw the white sedan bouncing out of control towards a group of small children playing in the street. I barely got a ‘hey’ before the car hit the first kid, mowing them all down before it spun to a stop in front of me.



One thought on “Monday Miss

  1. Carolyn Page says:

    Yikes. It certainly didn’t ‘miss’ the other children, which makes you ‘Monday Miss’… šŸ˜‰

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