Thirty-Two
I should’ve stayed in, but whatshername said I could walk, and I need to walk, and I did and that damned cyclist stopped on the path, turned around, eyed me, and asked, “Are you deaf?” Just like last time. Then she rode off. I’m writing everything superfast. I want to use this writing thing to calm down, because I’m not at home.
I’m so damnedhappy to be sitting down that I want to make all the puns ever all day. This is one of those days when I need extra cortisone and will put up with becoming moonface just so I can move without wincing.
I was so furious. We were right next to the lights and I shouted after her, “I’m disabled.”
“You should’ve moved faster,” she shouted back. “I rang the bell.”
Then she zoomed across the road. I was stuck halfway, because I can’t walk quick
