She scurried across the cross walk and up onto the sidewalk where she paused and began to move again. That's when she tripped or out walked right out of her shoes because the next thing I saw was her falling face first onto the sidewalk. Her arms didn't go out, in fact I think her forehead took the majority of the impact. Her legs went out and up behind her with such force that her skirt flew up and I saw the black lace of her satin bloomers. Her one shoe tumbled off the curb and back into the street.
I covered my mouth in horror. *ooooooooh!*
The light changed.
As I inched forward I looked over to see her sitting on the sidewalk, rubbing her head and checking for blood.
I drove away wondering if she was going to be ok.
That was a damn nasty header.