Rush Hour
10 min readAug 3, 2021
He was there again. Exactly the same place, exactly the same time.
His car was waiting to go right on the roundabout and Carrie’s dashboard clock said 5.17. This time, she was three or four cars behind him, but she recognised his gleaming white Audi, and his spiky dark hair.
Beyond her Mini’s windscreen, the December air was clear as arctic water. The rush hour traffic was choking the roads leading out of town, and…
