Monday, November 3, 2008
An Obituary


As part of my 8am morning rush, I often see you crossing the busy streets of East Mall. I was carrying my black patent leather schoolbag and you were nibbling on a morsel of what seems like a remnant of a muffin. I was crossing the street and so were you. Like a careful pedestrian, I looked left and right before stepping out of the pavement…but you didn’t. You hastily ran towards the other end…but so did a black Honda civic. The civic made it across, but you never did. I stood in silent at the other end of the street, the only witness to your tragic death. It was 7:53, Monday morning, when I bid Squirrel McMuffin a last goodbye.

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