Just a Voice
Gridlock on I-75, it's raining heavy. Up ahead somewhere
a truck has jackknifed. We are down to one lane and not moving.
I switch off the engine and wipers watching the world
dissolve inside a waterfall. I'm not alone, there's a voice in the backseat;
only a deep male voice.
"Man I'm tired of travelling this same stretch of highway" It said clearly.
I stiffened; a cold sweat chilling my mind.
"When did it happen" I said, deducing the perhaps obvious.
"Time don't work the same around here," he replied. I'm in a repeating cycle
and I’ve been stuck here watching it all happening again".
I heard myself saying: "by 'it' I assume you’re watching your death?"
"It's time for me to move on, it said quickly, “traffics moving now,
horns are blasting and there's an oncoming 18 wheeler
hydroplaning behind you -
and you're not watching!”
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