I walked down the road I’ve seen for years. There’s the McColley’s house. There’s the Smith’s house. It all seemed so normal.
The winter cold surrounded me as I re-wrapped my scarf around my neck.
I look at the Peterson kids playing outside their house, attempting to build a snowman.
Then, I look at the road before me, stretching out forever. The end seemed so far, but I remember when I was a child and I ventured through all the roads, pretending to be a secret spy on a mission. I laughed at my past and continued on.
I was getting closer to the end of the street. I saw a boy riding his bike happily and waved to him and said, “Happy Holidays!”
“You too!” he waved.
I saw a driver who was speeding uncontollably. I saw the boy about to get hit and I pushed the boy away from the street onto the sidewalk. I got hit and didn’t see the light of the next day, but it was worth it in the end when I saved his life.