FRY

Начало книги

I stamp hard on the brakes. She stares back at me, her eyes stricken with terror, but it’s too late for me to do anything. We brace ourselves for the impact.

A tomato flies out of the grocery bag on the back seat and splatters brutally against the windscreen. Its juicy pulp oozes down the glass as my car shrieks to a halt, just inches from her porcelain face. She slides down to the ground.

“Oh my god!” I tear off my seat belt, and in my panic, I almost forget to apply the brake. I leap out and rush round to the front of the car. “Are you all right? Do you want me to call an ambulance?”

She looks up at me with strange, unblinking eyes. “Why would I need an ambulance?”

I laugh nervously. “I nearly ran you over.”

Slowly, she sits up. “No… no, it’s alright. I just need a minute.”

I kneel down next to her. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t see you!”

I shake violently, my heart pounds in my chest. I feel guilt and shock and nausea in equal measure. “I just didn’t see you.”

Читать дальше →