By: Craig Borri.

I was doing about thirty when she ran in front of my car. It was a little girl, about five years old. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a little paisley jumpsuit. I slammed on the brakes, but I knew it was futile.

The tires squealed. Her eyes locked on mine. Terror filled them. She saw her death coming. I could see she knew it.

So, I used my yard. Suddenly, she was three feet from where she’d been. I missed her by inches. I looked back and saw her gaping at me.

Good thing I went to that yard sale.

© 2025. Craig Borri

Craig Borri is an old software engineer with four kids, one wife, one grandson, and one somewhat annoying dog. His life is boring enough that he’d much rather write stories than biographies about himself.

Posted December 24, 2025.