“That’ll be a dollar sixty-five please.”

I looked at my wallet. The miserable five cents lying in the base of my wallet caught my eye. I grinned sheepishly at the girl behind the counter and took off to my house to get some money. Running down a road, I shivered as the cold spring wind caressed me gently.

“Run run run!” I thought to myself. She’ll need the butter soon. I reached the traffic lights and it was red. Of all times to be red, it had to be this time. I waited. Sixty seconds passed. The traffic light still showed a bright red. I tapped my feet impatiently. Another thirty seconds passed and there neither the green light nor any car was seen.

It was then the decision to cross was made. I ran across the road and out of nowhere, a car zoomed into the scene and knocked me over. Pain shot through my foot as I fell onto the ground. I immediately picked myself up. Gingerly testing my foot, I waved at the driver to signal that I was alright before crossing the road.

“Argh! Call the ambulance! Do something!”

The woman’s scream jolted me and I turned to stare back across the road I had just crossed. A crowd was gathering at the scene of the accident. The driver, a young man in his twenties, was crying. “Odd,” I thought. Torn between going back and checking out what had just happened, I finally decided to check. “Just five minutes,” I promised myself. I crossed the road and squeezed through the crowd. And stared into my own eyes.