A Cold Splash on the Pavement
A black convertible accelerated directly through a muddy trench in the curb, throwing a wall of brown water over a pregnant woman standing near the bus shelter.
The dirty spray hit her knitted dress and ran down her legs into her canvas shoes.
Inside the car, the driver turned his head, smirked, and shouted through the open roof before speeding toward the intersection.
She placed both hands against her stomach, blinking grit from her eyelashes as the car vanished into traffic.
An Open Door at the Curb
Air brakes hissed as a transit bus pulled to a stop beside the curb.
The folding doors swung open, and the uniformed driver climbed down the metal steps onto the wet sidewalk.
He gripped her shoulder to steady her, guiding her inside out of the drizzle.
Reaching into his storage compartment behind the steering wheel, he handed her a clean white cloth.
She sat on the vinyl bench, pressing the cloth against her damp sweater.
When he asked what happened, she lowered her head and admitted the driver was her ex-partner, the man who had walked away the morning she told him about the baby.
Turning the Wheel
The driver gripped the large steering wheel with both hands and checked his side mirror.
“Hold on tight,” he called back over his shoulder as he shifted gears.
Down the street, the black convertible was parked outside a cafe.
Its driver stood on the curb holding a paper coffee cup in one hand and his phone in the other.
The bus pressed its front tires into a standing puddle along the gutter, sending a thick sheet of road water straight across the sidewalk.
The brown spray drenched the man’s suit jacket, soaked his collar, and knocked the paper cup to the concrete.
Inside the bus, the woman leaned forward against the window, her lips curling into a quiet smile.
The Executive Office
Pedestrians on the sidewalk formed a loose ring around the wet man, openly voicing their disgust at his actions.
The scene quickly spread across local news feeds before the afternoon ended.
By morning, the man stood in front of a wide wooden desk on the top floor of a downtown corporate tower.
His senior executive stared across the polished wood, pointing a finger directly at his chest.
When the younger man stammered that it was personal business, the older man shook his head and announced his immediate termination.
The former executive exhaled sharply, let his arms drop to his sides, and stared down at the gray office carpet.
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