Lucky T
Lucky T
“Carrie, where are you going!?" Ignoring Dee's cries, Carrie shoved her way through the melee of arms and legs, saris and turbans, chairs and tables and benches. Over the incredible din she could hear the rev of an engine and the sound of the moped coughing to life.
"Stop! Please stop!" she shouted.
A dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at her, confused, disturbed, curious, but not the right ones. Not the eyes of the woman on the moped. Her eyes were trained dead ahead, and just as Carrie reached the sidewalk, the moped lurched and the woman sped away.
Oh, no. Not like this. I am not going to come this close and lose it all over again! Carrie thought.
She tore after the moped, sprinting outright just as she did on the last half lap of every race. The woman headed for the mouth of the marketplace and Carrie's already panicked pulse took it up to a fever pitch. If the woman made it to the main street, Carrie would lose her for sure.
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