They never saw Cassie though. Or if they did get a peripheral glimpse, they averted their eyes and walked faster, or at best offered her some coins. Cassie was unusually agitated today.
“You have to leave. You all have to leave,” she insisted, but no one heard her.
Three pink, pale, acned teenagers formed a circle a stone throw’s away from her. They reminded me of featherless baby birds. The kind that couldn’t fly yet, that didn't look like they were necessarily going to become birds, didn't even know what they were yet.
One of them was smaller, and the other two pushed him to take some unknown action, but he refused. The other two took out their wallets and counted money, offered it to him, then pulled it away when he reached for it. He hesitated, then turned moving resolutely towards Cassie.
She saw him heading straight towards her -- at last someone who would listen to her. She gesticulated wildly. Grabbed his shirt.
“I saw it all. I saw it all in my head. They left it there. It’s dangerous. Help me. Help me get everyone out. Everyone has to leave. Now.”
He had some difficulty pulling Cassie's hand off of him. Then with his feet planted firmly, he sucked in his lower body away from her, but at the same time, leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. He then turned around and ran straight back to his friends who were laughing hysterically..
He held his open palm out, and they handed over the money. That’s when the bomb went off.
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