I was standing on a busy street corner in Soho. Spring and Broadway. Yellow cabs whizzing by, the woman next to me oblivious. Talking passionately into her phone. She started across the street. An SUV sped towards her. The man next to her gently tugged her backpack. The little ones we found so fashionable in the 90s. He wordlessly plucked her out of traffic like a mother cat picks up her kitten. By the scruff of the neck.
She kept talking. Didn't even pause for a second.
I blinked, the light turned and went on my way. Grateful for the action of a "mother cat." I didn't need to see human carnage today.