AUTOS IN THE NIGHT

Having skittered clear across the wet intersection, one regretful person (clutched in terror) was the reason for standstill traffic tonight Finally, it was my turn to rubberneck, when this ominous, arresting image caught me instead: a procession of autos, snaked miles into the distance– a thousand   p  u  f   f   s  s of exhaust breath hangingContinue reading “AUTOS IN THE NIGHT”