Chapter 82

“Shit!” he cried, trying to shake off his wet shoes, but there seemed to be a small stream flowing along the curb, and it splashed over his feet, numbing his toes. Seriously, he wondered if the day could possibly get any worse?

Unfortunately, the answer was yes. The street light at the end of his street had gone out at some point, but unlike the power in Matt’s apartment, this was still on blinkers. No one seemed able to stop correctly at the intersection. Finally after five long minutes of waiting for his turn, Matt pressed his soaking sneaker on the gas pedal and tore out into the street. “Fuck you,” he muttered as someone blared a horn in passing.