Liar

Yesterday, I was walking along Diamond Bar Boulevard and I passed an older Indian man. He was about the height of a computer programmer, wore a thin mustache above his lips and his hair thinned at the top -- very typical.

As we approached each other, I anticipated that he would nod and continue on down the sidewalk. We eventually made eye-contact and I nodded. He looked at me and said, "SUV flip over. Crazy!"

"What?"

I looked over and about a football field's length down the road there were red and blue lights flashing. There was an accident.

He continued, "Craziest thing I ever saw. SUV flipped over on side and one small Ford car crash into it and then a nice Honda crash into Ford. I don't know how it happen."

"Maybe the roads were still wet?"

Hardly, there were just a few puddles left. I saw him gazing at the roads too.

I looked at him and said, "Weird."

He replied, "Weird."

Then we parted ways without saying another word to each other. Upon my arrival at the scene of the accident, I became a bit unnerved. It wasn't a SUV flipped over; it was a mini-van.

I trusted him.

- Adam T. O'Neal