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Metal screamed and glass fragmented backwards through Lizzie’s vision, rushing in upon itself, each shard finding its own place in the windshield of the yellow cab. Spiderweb cracks through the glass fused and sealed into scratched clarity between the driver and the tattered wipers, choking the off-key trumpet of the car’s horn into silence. Steam rolled downwards, condensing itself into the radiator. In the middle of the intersection, the cab skidded backwards and to its right, separating itself from the grill of a city bus easily four times its size.
The frantic grip on Lizzie’s right arm released to point towards the street, its hysterical owner shouting incoherently over the screech of tires. Lizzie’s body fell away from in front of the woman to stand idly on the street. From the corner of the walk, an infant stroller flew towards them, glancing off the light pole and jerking to a stop where the retreating yellow cab’s front fender met its bumper.
"Look Both Ways" by Winston Crutchfield
Critical Press Media
Open Submissions:
Fishers of Men
The fisher of men has left his old life behind and embarked upon a new calling into unfamiliar territory at the express behest of a higher power. Stories suitable for this project will include a character who undergoes a life-altering experience that directly results in his decision to leave behind his old life. (Note: Submissions are still open as of November 18, 2013)