Letting out an exasperated sigh, she whipped her phone out of her jeans and dialed the number, while simultaneously walking across the road, not bothering to check for oncoming traffic.
The squeal of tires screeched in her ear just seconds after the person on the other hand picked up her call.
Her mouth framed a frightened scream as her eyes widened at the sight of the barreling truck, inches away from her, ready to slam her body to the tarmac.
The driver saw her at the last second, flipped the wheel all the way to the right and sent the truck careening into the solid brick wall of the building on the sidewalk.
Shaking and tearful, she saw his bloodied body being taken away, a limp reminder of the fact that accidents happen.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: Grief
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Today is Day 46
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