“Look at this mess,” Joe said, kicking at a piece of paper that had blown onto the sidewalk. The street was littered with colorful flyers.
Jake picked up a flyer, held it up, and read, “‘Take Back Our Streets.’ Hmmph.”
“Looks like the councilwoman’s people don’t know how to pick up after themselves,” Frank said.
The group reached the corner and was waiting for the walk signal.
When the light changed the sound of a racing car engine shattered the stillness of the night air.
Joe looked up just in time to see a red sport utility vehicle with no headlights on speeding straight at them.
“Look out!” he cried.