The other side

 A body breezed past Barry and onto the pedestrian crossing.

‘What the … Hey, lady!’

A car swerved to avoid the woman.

‘You’re … Hey!’

She continued her path, seemingly oblivious to the traffic.

A car honked its horn.

Without thinking Barry hurried out after her, his arms outstretched as if they would somehow stop an 18-wheeler.

‘Are you crazy?’

Her face was wet with tears. ‘What?’

‘You’re going to get killed.’

‘So?’

‘And you’re going to kill others.’

‘Others?’

‘Come-on.’ He pulled her back to safety.

‘I need to cross.’

‘To the other side, but not the other side.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.