The Headlights Follow You Home...
I’m driving home from the campus where my wife teaches college English. It’s a half-hour trek on normally abandoned backroads. Especially at midnight.
She’s out of town and asked me to pick up some papers from her desk.
Mission accomplished, I’m content to roll along at the speed limit in my Toyota MR-2 sports car. Content to drive with the windows down and the radio up on a warm August night.
Another traveler pulls up close behind, his headlights shining on bright.
I slow down, hoping Bright Lights will pass. Or go dim. He does neither.
No worries. I’ve got a left turn up ahead onto a lesser traveled road. No doubt he’ll stay on the main road.
He. Why assume it’s a him?
But I do, and he doesn’t. Stay on the main road.
Instead, he follows me.