Cockblock

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I kept my focus on the traffic and caught a glance of the infamous flashing red and blue lights of a police car ahead. The police vehicle was parked on the grassy median dividing the six lanes of the highway. Most of the brake lights of the cars in front of me in the northbound lane illuminated. I sighed heavily and pushed my brake, knowing there was an accident. Six o’clock on a Friday evening was always a crapshoot and a challenge for the drivers who lived in the city. An accident bottlenecking the traffic into the downtown area was almost a given. I would’ve been more surprised if I’d actually been able to make it home in the normal twenty minutes it usually took any other day of the week.

Everyone was always in a hurry, picking up their kids or grabbing their dinner before heading home or rushing off to rendezvous with friends or a lover. But it generally wasn’t the rushing around to start the weekend that caused the inevitable accident on Friday evening. It was everyone’s inattentiveness to their surroundings because they were too worried about answering their phone or returning a text or fiddling with their radios.

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