Wishful Thinking
“My vision blurred and I swear crisscrossing headlights were gunning for me. I scrambled to get to my feet, but my legs had turned to spaghetti and couldn’t handle my weight. A little girl skipped between the beams of light. I couldn’t make out any details beyond her pigtails bouncing. Both of us were going to be killed. Then as fast as pigtails had arrived she left leaving me to be the one mauled by headlights. A heavy Jersey accent filled my ears saying, “Don’t move or I’ll hit you again.”
Headlights shifted from my left side to hovering above me, blurring into one and then spreading into four. Two cars were after me? Impossible cars didn’t fly. A dark shadow eclipsed the changing light. “James? Oh my god is that you?”
My thoughts were scrambled I couldn’t make heads or tails of anything. There was a loud clank, followed by two hands pulling at my shoulders. “Are you okay?” Accent asked. I assumed I was alive since I didn’t think my head would throb this bad if I were dead.
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