Ma Richmond looked out. The puddle in the road seemed to be bigger now, three days after the rain. Confused, the old woman frowned. Ahead, a young man with eyes glued to his phone began to cross from one side of the road to another. “His shoes will be wet,” she thought idly, as the man stepped onto the puddle.
Like a scene from a movie, the young man suddenly sank into the puddle, as Ma Richmond’s watched with dilated eyes. She swallowed hard and began to shiver in shock. The puddle closed up as suddenly as it appeared.