A Moment of Panic

Prompt: tremble like a flower

Ezra bit his lip as he walked along the street. He could hear the older boys behind him. They were taunting him and their tone was becoming more and more pitched. He reached the intersection and pressed the button for the crosswalk.

He looked up and shifted nervously from one foot to the other. He watched as the light turned yellow. He glanced over at the boys. They were moving through the crowd, heading straight for him.

He looked up at the light. It was red. He darted into the crosswalk. Only then, did he realize that the cars coming from the other side had a green light. Pedestrian or not, they seemed determined to go.

Somehow, Ezra reached the other side unscathed. He was shaking so badly that he could hardly stand. He stepped out of sight of the street and caught hold of an arbor. Clinging to it, he leaned against it and closed his eyes, willing the trembling to stop.

“You all right?” a soft voice said.

Ezra’s eyes flew open and he looked up into warm, dark eyes. They were tinged purple with magic. “I’m fine,” Ezra breathed, nodding.

The man smirked and ran a hand through his straight, dark hair. “Gotta do something about the lights in this neighborhood,” he murmured. He looked back at Ezra and handed him a crumpled up bill. “Get yourself some food, kid,” he said. “Ya look half-starved.”

“Thank you,” Ezra said, clutching the money to his chest.

“Keenan,” another voice called.

The man looked away and then held up a finger. He looked back at Ezra. “You ever need anything, come see me,” he said, handing Ezra a small card. Then, he strode off down the street.

Frowning, Ezra looked at the card the man had given him. It had an address and a telephone number, but that was all. “Keenan,” he whispered. Then, he shoved the money and the card into his jacket pocket and hurried off down the block. At least he wasn’t trembling anymore.