Shifting the Paradigm

Fixing the old way of thinking…

Red Light District

“Christ, I hate red lights,” exclaimed Jason, as his car pulled to a stop.

Jason hated that red lights were always telling him to stop. Hated it.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.  Sweat formed on his brow.

The signal turned green just as his cellphone began to ring. Jason dropped it onto the floorboard, and he grumbled as he reached down to grab it. 

He did not see the upcoming signal turn yellow.

He didnt see it turn red, either.

He also did not see the semi-truck that plowed into his car. 

Heaven has no signal lights.


July 17, 2006 - Posted by | Flash and Short Fiction

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