Thud

There he went. Walking across the street. Fat tummy jiggling under his loose shirt.

And there I sat. At the red light. Foot on the break.

I don't know if it was something about his long frizzy ponytail. Or something about the way he jiggled, but something told me to do it. So, I did it. Ever so slowly. I lifted my foot and inched forward. Just a little. Then I slammed on the gas. Rammed right into him. The thud of the man with such a large body habitus made against my car was astronomical. And the way that tummy jiggled as he flopped onto the windshield was something ungodly.

Then I snapped back into myself and told the intrusive thought to be damned.