The rear left light was blinking.
The red light took more than the usual to switch places with green. These things know how to test the patience out of the best. He had enough of it. The patience. But sometimes, even the best of bests have to bow down in front of the nature’s highness. Patience is a funny thing. You can never have enough of it. There will be times when you think you have conquered every bit of it, but then, there’s a knock on your door and you ask patiently, “Who’s there?”, and a similar soothing voice reaches your testy ears. “Life”.
The beats on the steering wheel were good enough to qualify him as an all-right drummer in some garage band. The fingers were quite responsive to the music playing in the car, given the fact that his mind wasn’t present there at all. His eyes fixed at the traffic lights were focused on some other images in front of him, hiding away the reality. Those sightings were exclusive to him, and the others around him were completely unaware of that fact. Until a loud honking got him back to his senses.
Suddenly all the visuals were gone and the reality was back. Forget the honking and there was no sign of those images existing. Except if you observe closely. There was all but one evidence. A tiny immaculate teardrop, slowly rolling down and making its way to his worn-out shirt he had put on in hurry.
Skipping the next 2 red lights after looking carelessly on either side didn’t feel dangerous to his guts as it would have usually. That day, it was the need. While his feet made the brake and gas pedal talk, his eyes were constantly switching from the street to his watch at a regular interval. Each second passing away quickly felt like a lost moment. He was losing himself. Though he his one hand was busy directing his path, the other was helping him to lessen the pain. Most of it was now red, like the rest of his left leg.
His mind kept him up to date with the remaining distance to the not-so-cherished but still a popular destination among the people. Humans sometimes exceed the limit of multitasking.
Exhaustive, yet amazing.
I will never know if he ever made it to the hospital or not. If he’s still alive is another question. There were roughly a few hundred people around him. No one noticed anything. Including me. Some thought he was crazy. Probably day-dreaming. This outside viewpoint was as accurate as you can get.
Maybe this all actually happened.
Maybe not.
How would I know? I was sipping my usual in the cafe when I saw him waiting impatiently at the traffic lights.
His rear left light was blinking.
It was still blinking.
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