October 11, 2012
Karen strode across the pelican crossing, holding her split shopping bag together with both hands. She leapt back, dropping her groceries, as the car rushed past her, horn blasting. "Twat!" she yelled. A few meters down the road the red VW stopped. She picked up a can of baked beans. "You utter twat!" The can flew in a high arc and struck the car's rear window, bouncing off uselessly.
I'm a freelance copy editor, who also writes screenplays.