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It was another Monday morning in the town of
Bridgestone. The only difference was that it
was raining heavily. The torrential downpour had begun late Sunday night
and the rain God's had no mercy for the people who had to go out. The crossing
at Palm Avenue and Elliot Street was full of teeming traffic and people waiting
at the curb with colourful umbrellas, some wearing raincoats.
Sarah Brown had just missed the bus. As she
moved forward under her protective pink umbrella holding her purse in her hand,
the bus just missed her. It went away and she was stuck in the downpour. Sarah
decided to hail a taxi as she was getting late. Mr. & Mrs. Johnson were standing
a bit farther waiting for their son Henry's School Bus.
Anthony had an umbrella
on his head while Amy Johnson was wearing a rain coat. She didn't mind the rain
so much.
Old Mrs. Jackson was well protected under the awning of the Drug Store. She
decided to walk home as soon as the rains lessened.
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She lived close by and had
come to buy some medicines. Laura Jackson suffered from Asthma and needed to buy
her inhalers.
At the turn of Elliot Street were stuck Mr. & Mrs. Joseph White. They were
sharing an umbrella, getting annoyed because it was getting late to reach their
friends' home for a celebration. "We will get really late Joseph dear," said
Cathy White. "I know, but there is nothing we can do but wait for the bus to
arrive." "Why can't we take a cab for once darling," wailed Cathy with her hands
on her waist. "I don't want to waste money," replied her money minded hubby with
his hands in his pocket. "Well then, we have a long wait. I wish we had hailed
the taxi which just went passed empty." Joseph ignored her keeping a look out
for the bus. Marian was crossing the road walking carefully, scared of slipping
and falling. She had to avoid broken bones since she lived alone. She had come
out to the nearest phone booth to make a call to her sister since her home phone
wasn't working.
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Behind Marian, Mathew was rushing forward too, to cross the road, but had to
stop for the taxi to go past. He was in a rush to reach his aunt's house on
Elliot Street with an important message from his mother. "Be careful lad, what's
your hurry," called the taxi driver. Arthur and his son Jeff were moving forward
in their black car. They were going to the next town nearby for a meeting. The
tenants on the floors above the Drug Store decided against venturing out when
they saw the chaos below.
The rains continued till late afternoon and
lessened after that.
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