The old man was right, yet she hadn’t stolen his ticket. She had simply found it. No one knew the truth, except for her and him. What consequence was he really.

She acted almost without thinking. The old man. The wet pavement. The oncoming traffic. As he walked toward her, she simply stepped aside and pushed, just a little.

She stepped away quickly, the screeching tires were deafening. A sickening thud was followed by panicked screams. She refused to looked, refused to see. Her hands a wet mixture of water and splattered blood.

A hand brushed her ankle. The old man stared up at her, eyes blank, empty, soulless.