Cassaway was a former artist’s colony that drew a lot of tourism. Despite the hordes of people scrambling to visit, it never lost its roots. It grew into the big city with a small-town heart. In small towns everybody knows everybody, and everybody in Cassaway knew old, blind Mr. Park.
You could easily tell locals by their paint/clay splattered jeans. So when Pamela, in a designer dress, approached the intersection she knew everyone else there was local. She saw old Mr. Park crossing into oncoming traffic. She shouted a warning, but no one moved to help, not even the policeman.
Just before a car struck him, Park leaped into the air and pirouetted across its roof. He bounded to the other car and cartwheeled across it. He landed smoothly on the sidewalk, bags of groceries intact.
“Why didn’t you stop him?” shouted Pamela at the policeman.
“Oh, that’s Mr. Park,” said Officer Green. “He’s a former Ninja.”
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen!”
“That’s nothing. You should see him during rush hour.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-24-2017/