The interstate north of Lake Finsmore was an accident black spot like no other. Countless lives lost. The locals were beginning to think nobody cared. It was shameful of the authorities not to act.
Old Harry squinted both ways as he went to cross. His eyesight wasn’t what it once was.
Is that a bus? How far away is it? Damn it!
The safety of the other side was somehow reached. Would he be so lucky tomorrow?
Harry’s struggles were witnessed by Frank the county Ranger. He cared more than most. If it was up to Frank that hedgehog tunnel would have been built years ago.
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.