Avatar Author: Textual Phoenix A former Ficleteer. Now, I am a Ficly acolyte - a Ficlyte, if you will. (You can thank uselessness for that term!) Spread the word, brothers and sisters! :-D 10/23/13 - Over 2 years since I last posted something her... Read Bio

It wasn’t my fault.

Okay, not totally my fault.

I mean, yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have been walking along the highway. But baseball practice ran late, and it was the shortest way home.

And, okay, maybe I should have been paying more (or even some) attention to traffic rather than tossing my ball and catching it. But next to no one drives that road at this time of day.

And I admit that maybe I shouldn’t have ran after my ball after I missed a toss and it rolled into the lane. But the guy in the Mazda was paying attention and hit the brakes in time. He stopped about a foot away from me.

Too bad for both of us the guy in the logging truck wasn’t paying as much attention to the road.

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  2. Avatar Krulltar

    nice “twist” ending. The last line took it from mundane and predicatable to a great ficly short.

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