When the tremors started, most people headed out onto the streets.
“Did you feel that?” I asked Dayana.
She nodded. “Sí. We should go.”
Our dinner sat on the café table as we grabbed our gear and followed the other patrons outside.
I pulled a Nikon out and started shooting. People were yelling. I smelled smoke. Car horns sang a head-splitting symphony. The sidewalk lurched from under my feet causing me to stumble.
A scuffle broke out. People pushed, started throwing punches.
We snapped away. Money shots of total chaos.
Then I remembered that the memory card was already full.
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Dail Post prompt. (100 words)