The Crosser

almost every day on my way home from work I see this same lady run repeatedly across the same intersection as soon as the light turns green.  She goes back and forth, over and over, until it turns red.  Every day.  Sometimes, right before she is about to hit sidewalk, she leaps the finish.  Today she had a cigarette.  If I remember, I’ll try to take a picture.

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