Jack instinctively flicked his brights off. Instantly, not a moment later, the other driver, male or female, also flicked off the brights. In that moment, Jack bowed, a silent salute the other driver would not see.
But he did.
Fiction Friday: He Drove a Thousand Kisses Deep
Jack drove on a road headed for Mississippi, listening to Leonard Cohen. At "A Thousand Kisses Deep," he had covered 146 miles, and he did have promises to keep. Driving at about 50 miles per hour, on a dark Friday at 7:30, he saw another car coming towards him in the opposing lane. Both drivers blasted brights.
Jack instinctively flicked his brights off. Instantly, not a moment later, the other driver, male or female, also flicked off the brights. In that moment, Jack bowed, a silent salute the other driver would not see.
But he did.
Jack instinctively flicked his brights off. Instantly, not a moment later, the other driver, male or female, also flicked off the brights. In that moment, Jack bowed, a silent salute the other driver would not see.
But he did.
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