The blue afternoon sunlight looks reddish and blinding as it reflects off the massive number of cars strewn across the sizzling pavement. I can’t believe they’re making me come out in this fucking mess. I glance over my shoulder at another car and watch the old man inside playing a game on his phone. I can’t help but wonder what a waste of a life he’s trying to get home to. Probably a wife and a bunch of bratty kids. Maybe no wife at all? I don’t know how I get so caught up thinking about such trivial shit. I stare ahead and narrow my gaze. The sun is way too bright, and I have places to be. This traffic jam is gonna have to wait. I race my engine with a couple twists of my wrist and feel the exhaust reverberate off the doors around me. I maneuver my bike between the lanes and start coasting down, glancing past the short, small-engined cattle for any wolves. As I glide past a small sedan, I stare inside for some reason. A woman is staring right back at me.
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