Word Count: 188
Click! and the child is running away from her tagger, a game that Click! several children are playing.
Click! and the sleek black Camero slides down the street. Click! past the grocery and Click! past the corner and Click! only feet from the sidewalk where children are chasing each other from between close-set houses and Click! Look how they giggle and shout!
Click! and the child runs into the street, Click! as the driver catches the flash of pink sweater, Click! as his mouth clenches tight in a just-before terror and Click! as his foot stomps the brake.
And Click! as the car swerves too late, too late, and the child flies through the air as she’s seen Click! Superman do on TV.
Click! and the car sits crumpled and grouchy-faced, Click! its teeth gnawing a tree. And Click! as the child lies bleeding and the children stare wide-eyed and scared. Click! Click. Click.
A wide angled lens would catch Click! the crowd gather. Zoom in and Click! as a mother hangs, half-running, half screaming; hangs impossibly balanced and still in the air.
