Impman

He looked up at her from his perch on the edge of the curb as the downtown rush hour traffic sped by. She was something special, a model perhaps or an overpaid executive of some sort. Smart and sexy, and she knew it. Flaunted it even.

"Arrogance," he muttered at her through broken teeth and blistered lips.

She pulled her cell phone away from her ear and looked at the trench coat covered figure. As an indignant response to his words came to her mind, they locked eyes.

He grinned and gave her the slightest of head jerks in the direction of the traffic. The raving beauty looked across the street and started walking. The bus that struck her showered the dozens of pedestrians with hot crimson blood and grey matter.

Drawing his worn hat down further over his leathery skull he picked his way through the gawking commuters.

"Next," he muttered.

"I gotta go!" the harried blond half yelled as she gathered her purse and jacket and headed for the apartment door.

"I know, I know....but Sharon...," he slammed the empty coffee pot back into the maker, "Just tell me why the hell a woman like that would step out in front of a bus? Just tell me that."

"I don't know Donald! I gotta go! I'm gonna be late for work again."

"Fine! I just wanted a woman's opinion on it!" he said.

Sharon unlocked and swung open the door, then turned back.

"Maybe she was accidentally pushed? There. Ya happy?"

Donald took a swig of coffee and walked to the door.

"Thanks baby." He kissed her. "Now go have a day."

She smiled at him and grinned as she started down the stairs that led to the street.

"And maybe the push wasn't an accident?" she shouted back to her husband.

He took another drink and watched her leave.

"Hmm..maybe it wasn't"