A short story. Nonfiction.

This evening

I was biking home

minding my own business

and following all street rules.

Then

out of nowhere

people start yelling CUT CUT CUT

I had biked onto a movie set

oblivious

to all the lights and people and orange cones on the sidewalk.

I felt very sorry

so i apologized to a man holding a camera 

and sitting behind super bright lights

(how did i miss this?!)

and he said

no problem maam, it wasn’t right anyway.

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