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Lights

The Road to Her

By Emilia WoodsPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I noticed the traffic lights blurring as I thought about her face;

They became nothing more than bright points that kept me away from her.

The storefronts shone with neon and junk that only served as a reminder of how far I was from reaching her front door.

The mini televisions on the headrests of the minivan in front of my pickup truck distracted me with a flash; guns exploding on screen, taking yet another fictional life.

The fireworks booming overhead drew my attention away from the visions of my mind into a world of sound; her voice, her laugh.

A slight vibration to my right, a flash of my cell's illumination. Where am I?

Then all darkness.

Until..

All brightness.

Blue and red lights, shiny white van, taking me to more brightness.

Well-lit halls and flashlight tests.

But farther away from her light.

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