Runaway

A few hours later I was sitting on a park bench, drunk and giggly.

I stumbled off the bench and down the side walk.

“Jack!” I called out looking for my bottle.

I tripped and fell into the road, giggling I saw two bright lights coming strait towards me.

Then pain shot through my body as the bright lights ran right over me.

Then I could hear sirens and voices.

All I could think of was Where’s Jack?