Monday, June 3, 2013

50. STOP

"Hey! Were you even looking?" He asked, his fingers curling around the side of the seat. His other hang clung to the door handle.

"Yeah." Replied the younger guy in the seat to his right. "Why?"

"Then why."

"Why what?" He laughed, turning his eyes forward.

"Why the hell didn't you stop?" He shouted, slowly letting go of the things he was grasping onto. He settled his hands in his lap.


"That's what the sign means!" He pointed roughly.

"Oh, I-" His hands were gripping the steering wheel now, his heart racing. "I thought it was the other one."

"It's got the freaking words painted on it and everything!"
Word Count: 110

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