Time Machine

I pushed in the clutch, easing up to the red light – I pulled up beside a van, dirty-white.

Just like mine.

I looked over, and he thrashed at the dashboard and the edge of the steering wheel.


He felt my stare, and looked directly at me, momentarily sheepish.

I’ll never forget the look on my face.

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  1. It took me a second to get it, then I laughed. Great job.

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