New Fear.

It used to be as we approached a bridge, people would wave, from young to old. the car drivers would sound their horn. it could happen any time in the morn. Now the times have changed, throwing objects ,is a sick game. This Easter a woman was killed, thanks to these mindless thrills. Every motorist, looks with caution, gripping the wheel, pulse racing, feeling the dread, wondering if they are next. I too look twice, at the person up above, though if some thing is thrown, no time is enough. It is some thing I must do, I advise you do it to. I want to get home safe and sound, not with blue lights flashing all around.