Yielding the Right of Way

M. Stanley Bubien

Damn! The car almost hit me!

To my surprise, it pulled over.

I stormed up. Bending toward the car's window, I growled, "Those orange cones---" but the driver's look cut me short.

He furled his brow and dragged his fingers across his face. Meeting my eyes, he spoke words I seldom heard.

"I'm sorry," he grimaced. "I should've slowed down at the construction sign."

Man! The things I could say! But instead, I stepped back... Hesitated... And nodded acceptance to his apology.

As I waved him on, the foreman appeared at my side.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked. "I woulda given that car what-for. It wouldn'tve got away so easy."

"I didn't do it for the car," I told him. "I did it for the person inside."

Copyright ©1996 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

Please contact the editor for free text versions of this very short story formatted for e-mail, usenet news, or ftp.

Story Bytes

Subscribe

June, 1996 Issue #3

128 Words

Feedback