Short story: Rush Hour
Marcelo Rinesi
2017-01-16 00:00:00
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You're moving very, very fast. You can see every car ahead of you moving aside as if by magic, either on their own or pushed by another, their drivers as surprised as you are.

A few other cars both ahead and behind are moving just as fast as yours. They are all big ones. There's a certain, important building a few blocks ahead and a handful of seconds away.

You understand where the cars are accelerating towards and what for.

You don't scream until the car in front of you crashes through the wall.

.finis.