100 Words
OK, so as per journalarts's clever idea, I am going to write 100 words every day:
Brenda looked left as she stepped off the curb. Unfortunately for her, in England they drive on the other side of the street, and a tiny red Peugeot was forced to slam on its brakes to avoid hitting her, while the motorcycle courier following it darted into traffic and sped off. This would have been fine, if it weren’t for the white van driving right behind it; the driver was too busy ogling a pair of teenage girls in micro-skirts on the sidewalk to notice, and by the time he reacted and stomped on the brakes, it was too late.
Brenda looked left as she stepped off the curb. Unfortunately for her, in England they drive on the other side of the street, and a tiny red Peugeot was forced to slam on its brakes to avoid hitting her, while the motorcycle courier following it darted into traffic and sped off. This would have been fine, if it weren’t for the white van driving right behind it; the driver was too busy ogling a pair of teenage girls in micro-skirts on the sidewalk to notice, and by the time he reacted and stomped on the brakes, it was too late.