Sirens could be heard in the distance, the sound meshing with the rain was ominous. She had six, maybe seven blocks to go. “Excuse me.” She smiled at the people, as she gently pushed her way through them. “Please, excuse me.” Someone grabbed her umbrella, and laughed.
Throwing it in the air, the man chided her. “Lady, you gotta do this like the rest of us.” He shoved a sign in her hand.
“Stop it. Let me be.” She felt herself being shoved. Why did I wear these heels? Knowing the danger if she fell, dread filled her insides. She used her left foot to push down on her right shoe until she felt the freedom of its release, then she did the other shoe.
Her feet were bare.
The rain had drenched everyone, but it didn’t slow them down. Claire pushed, terrified with each step, making slow progress. It was just as she had read about, kids at a concert getting crushed in a mob.
She felt a hand grasp her arm. It was pulling her to the side of the street. Her knuckles were white from the tight grip she had on her briefcase. “Senator, don’t fight me.” The man was yelling to be heard over the sounds of sirens, chanting people, the rain.
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