Slice of Life Story Challenge March 24 -The Twitchy Fingered Woman With A Pressing Need
It was a small moment in the course of my morning. I stood at a pedestrian crossing on a busy main road. I stood as an anonymous individual among a group of other anonymous individuals. Temporary statues silently waiting for the traffic lights to change, so we could safely cross the busy roadway ahead of us. Ten people waiting patiently for the lights to change. Ten people waiting for the traffic to stop zooming past. The lights are activated by the pressing a button positioned on a steel pole adjacent to the walk way. The pedestrian crossing stretched across the lanes of traffic. This defined zone becomes a temporary safe walking area only when the lights decree. Everyone in the group rightly assumed the first person to arrive had placed a request for the green light and had pressed the button as is the usual practice in these situations.
As we waited in silence, another person arrived. -A woman, in a dark coloured coat. Person eleven. She gradually worked her way through those already waiting until she was standing next to the crossing button. You could sense her twitchiness. And then she did it. She actually reached out and pressed the button. I wonder if anyone else noticed her brief single press. Was it an instinctive gesture? Did she lack faith in the rest of us? Was she merely pressed for time? Did her agitation for change overcome her patience? Who knows? About twenty seconds later the green light flashed in our favour, and we, the assembled, moved out and across the roadway. The twitchy fingered woman bolted briskly across the great divide, before disappearing into a supermarket on the other side. The rest of us negotiated the crossing before continuing our respective journeys through the day.
This was a small moment in time. Writers are watchers. We notice things. Small things. That's what sets us apart.