Golden evening light spills across the intersection
WAIT—DON’T DRIVE! Golden evening light spills across the intersection—cars idling, soft city noise, reflections dancing on metal— then everything snaps. “WAIT—DON’T DRIVE!” A small boy rushes into frame—grabs the edge of the convertible. The woman recoils instantly. “Hey—don’t touch me!” Traffic noise drops— like the world just muted itself. The boy pulls his hand back. […]
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