Writing Prompt #3
"This is what, the third time I've crashed my own funeral?"
"Fifth."
"Really? That many?"
"Uh huh... The first three were car accidents. Then starvation. And you know what happened to the last one."
"Right. Looks like I'm down to four, including this one."
"No shit."
"Hey, do you think I'd live long enough to see robots take over the world?"
"That is if you'll learn how to cross the road."
"I'm not a headless chicken."
"No, you're not. You're a feline with nine lives but wasted three of them on the road."
"On the bride side, self-driving cars are the future."
"It doesn't make any difference for us. That's why I stick to the sidewalks."
"You mean tagging along the pedestrians, having them to lead the way?"
"It's called being street smart, my dear."
"Oh, so tell me again why you have one life left?"
"Umm..."