Threatened

Written 54-L12 [2023-06-05], Edited 54-L12 [2023-06-05]

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The car was surrounded on all sides. It was just a Honda Civic, on the left was a Tesla, on the right was an eighteen-wheeler, in the front was a Volkswagen, and behind was a Ford pickup truck.

The driver of the Honda Civic stared into the distance. This bridge, this awful bridge was always the bottleneck. Every day he drove through it, and every day there was a a traffic jam. If only the people who constructed this bridge a half a century ago could have predicted that it would need more lanes, thought the driver, who for whatever reason believed that the more lanes the merrier.

It would be one thing if everyone just stayed put. But alas, the vehicles of the bridge moved in the most annoying way possible. Every couple of minutes, they drove forward an inch. As the driver put his foot on the pedal, he was tempted, so tempted to just slam into the Volkswagen in front of him. Serves them right for the emissions scandal thought the driver, who for whatever reason had not considered the barrier between producer and consumer.

Stop, go, stop, go, stop, go. The driver slammed his face into the top of his steering wheel in frustration. There was nowhere to turn, but still he gripped the wheel like it was a monkey bar in a jungle gym.

But even though there was nowhere to turn, the driver could see movement to the left and right. Ridiculous, thought the driver as the bridge started to sway.

Notes

This was written in 15 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.