Number12's Nanofiction collection, Page 47

You walk, I drive

date: 06-15-00

You walk, I drive. You're down, I'm up. I'm going five places at once, you're just trying to get home. You're thinking about your parents, or your little high-school girlfriend, or your homework. I left all that behind. I hate you. I swerve to mow you down. My windshield wipers scrape your blood away.

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