“What the…” Chantelle applied pressure to the brakes even as she cursed and twisted the wheel. The car slid despite her best efforts before coming to a halt, rocking. She knew of three things: her mobile ringing, a girl she recognised dashing onto the road, and the sound of a thump. Although her phone had rung, it hadn’t distracted her. The phone had slid off the seat beside her along with her handbag, and both items were on the floor, the phone now silent. Chantelle fought her way through the shock and the events clarified.
Kathleen had run onto the road. Chantelle had done her best to bring the car to a controlled stop, stupefied by the petrified expression on Kathleen’s face. Despite the risk of being run over by the car, Kathleen had spun toward her instead of away. Chantelle had hit
