911 Emergency
by Lisa Kwan Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Paradox (July) 911 911!!!! ‘Sup babe? I need help! It’s an emergency!!! Get over here, STAT!!!!! Ok. On my way. I wanted to take my time, going over to Christy’s place. She tends to be…overly dramatic, sometimes. But then again, I didn’t want to be responsible if it were really some emergency. Granted, it probably wouldn’t be her house burning down, or an axe murderer breaking down her front door, but…you can never be sure with Christy. I sped through a yellow light, hastily overtook a white Peugeot whose driver actually rolled down the window to angrily wave a bright yellow steering lock at me, and finally arrived in front of Christy’s small single-storey terrace in record time, accidentally knocking over a trash bin, spilling its contents—last night’s dinner debris and, oddly, a deflated football. Half-running, half-jogging, I went up to her door and rang the doorbell. Christy appeared at t