Thursday, September 23, 2010

3- Black cats and black crows

At 6:50 Emilio turned his motorcycle out of the parking lot and headed towards the apartment complex. It had just begun to pour down rain, so he drove carefully trying to avoid the pigeon poop and rain puddles that threatened to make his tires slip. As he turned onto Calloway, a black cat darted in front of him.
Well luckily, I don't believe in bad luck. In Britain, black cats are a good thing...
He narrowly avoided running over the pour creature, but failed to see the giant open manhole that was spewing sewage like he once spewed his stomach contents of pasta and red wine during his last birthday in Italy. Quickly turning to the left and breaking to avoid the ominous hole, Emilio flew over the handlebars of his motorcycle. The box flew off of the back of the bike.
"NOOOO!!!!" Emilio cried as he clumsily tried to catch the precious container.
The box landed with a loud "SPLLLAAAACKKK" in the muddy, pigeon poop filled puddle to the side of the manhole.
"Oh dear God," Emilio said in relief, but just as he said it a runner turned the corner and almost stepped on the box. Moving quickly to the side, the runner stopped in mid-run and bent down towards Emilio.
"You ok there, bud?" he asked warmly, reaching out his hand to help the Italian up. Just as he did this, he lost his balance on the pavement and fell into the street.
"Whoops! Well, I'm alright!" The runner grinned, and just as he was getting up, bus #52's breaks did not work in time and ran him over right in front of Emilio's eyes.
Emilio stood up in shock and quickly called 911 as a crowd began to form on Calloway.
"What happened?"
"Is he alright?"
"Somebody see if he's still alive!"
Emilio gave the address, described what had happened and hung up the phone. He leaned down to pick up his box, restarted his motorcycle, and began slowly driving home, still in shock from what he had just witnessed. Above his head, he heard the caw of a crow and a folded sheet of paper landed in front of him. He stopped his bike, leaned down, retrieved the note and slowly unfolded it.
YOU ARE IN DANGER. TRUST NO ONE. It read.
Emilio looked up and saw the crow flying towards a frail woman who was peering down at him from the roof top garden.
What's her problem?
He revved his engine and sped quickly out of her sight into the parking garage beside the apartment complex.
"Well today has been quite an interesting day," Emilio muttered, and with that, he parked and made his way upstairs to cook dinner and watch some TV.

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