Is this still going on? It’s day 13 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt…Unintended.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but as I stepped off the subway at 11:20pm, I found myself exiting the station with an acute sense of urgency.
I pushed through the late night crowd and passed that loud group of kids that had shared the subway car with me. They didn’t scare me or anything. They’re just loud. Anyway, I could probably take them if it came to that. I’m not nervous. What? Do I look nervous?
How about now?
I had to hurry.
I took the escalator, and I walked up briskly. That’s right, buddy. Move over. Stand Right, Walk Left. Escalators have rules too. What, are you animals? We live in a society. Out of my way. You too, lady. Nice hat. Ha ha. Yes. Almost there. Almost there…
I reached the landing and pushed on the door. Cool winter air. Freedom at last! I paused and looked around. Snow was starting to fall on The Square.
I looked at my phone. There was still time. I turned and walked West. That’s right. West.
THE EXACT OPPOSITE DIRECTION FROM WHERE I LIVE.
I kept walking. Just a short while now. I made the light and crossed the boulevard, while looking over my shoulder. I’m not paranoid (those stupid kids were long gone), but I like to make sure I don’t get run over while crossing the street. It would be a shame if I didn’t make it after expending all of this energy.
Their dirty little neon sign wasn’t even lit but I could see someone inside. Only cash, huh? You want cash? Well I got cash you shady bastards.
God, this guy needs a shave. He eyeballed me: “What do you want?”
“Gimme 1 slice all dressed and 1 slice Mexican.”
“That’ll be $5.75.”
I’d really only intended on 1 slice. In fact, I hadn’t intended on any slices, but that’s how life happens. One minute you don’t have pizza, and then you do.
Now go see what everyone else didn’t intend for today.