August is Watch RWISA Write month. Today, we celebrate author Michelle Abbott!
I can do this. I can make it. Wet hair plastered to my head, gasping, I propel myself toward my target. The 136 bus. My heel catches on a crack in the pavement. My ankle twists sideways, sending a sharp pain up my leg. Wincing, I hobble towards the stop, just as the bus closes its doors and pulls away.
“Ahhh,” I scream in frustration.
“Here, use my umbrella.”
His voice startles me. I was so focused on catching the bus, I never noticed him until now. I must have had a serious case of tunnel vision, because he stands out a mile with his cornflower blue, spiky hair. He holds a large, black umbrella out to me.
Leaning against the post of the bus stop, to take the pressure off my throbbing ankle, I shake…
View original post 1,108 more words