Reblogged from Geoffrey David West:

I ran in front of the speeding truck and held my hand up in the ‘halt traffic’ gesture, closing my eyes in abject terror.

The screech of air brakes nearly deafened me. But a split-second later the quivering metal engine was rumbling a few feet from my nose, the world a seething aroma of burnt brake linings. I turned round and saw that the girl behind me was no longer dancing about in the middle of the busy road and seemed finally aware of the danger.

I managed to catch a glimpse of her face before turning back.

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