Look Both Ways

Adriana felt her daughter’s shoulder pop as she yanked the four-year-old back onto the sidewalk. A semi-truck roared past, a second later, dragging a plume of hot fumes. “The red hand means stop, Izzy!” Adriana yelled. “And you never, ever cross before me!” Her body shook from adrenaline. Izzy s face bunched up into a knot Continue reading Look Both Ways