Friday, the twenty ninth of Novemier 2019
at the traffic lights, look up through the glass
roof of the small car. There is a street lamp
up There, just like a chandelier, three arms
from a central pole holding three lamps
It looks like some kind of spacecraft imagined
in the sixties, the lights glowing in the dark,
the supporting pole vanishing into the
dark.
There is light rain, this gives the whole
scene a grainy, hazy, appearance. There is a red traffic light at the bottom of the vista.
The light turns green.
Look down at the road, press the accelerator down and the small car moves
off into the dark of the country road.
The radio plays classical music.
Drive on, a car pulls out from the left.
Suddenly, it is just there.
Brake hard, feel the anti blocking system
grate under the right foot. Slowly, the
car ahead pulls away.
Carry on behind that car now, there
is music from the radio and the
windscreen wiper moves back and
forth.
Nothing happened.
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