Running at speeds that people usually avoid, he smoothly weaves in and out of traffic. The seeming stationary vehicles transform into blurs as he was undoubtly to them, he was sure - a red blur. Racing alone on this long and lonely highway, a slight smile formed on his face. He was alone. And he was enjoying the very essence of it. Of not looking after someone. Of not worrying about someone. Not even sharing his dreams with anyone. The night, the citylights, the highway, are all his tonight. But shortly, his smile disappeared. Something was still missing.
From the corner of his eye, he saw, through his side mirror, a pair of headlights approaching him fast. Then it slowed down to match his speed. Glancing to take a better look, he was surprised to see a Black Beauty. The lady racer was, without a doubt, pretty. She has this strong but melancholic air about her. She was lethal, she was lovely, and like the lady that came before her, she also knew it. And her steed also reflected her character with a beautiful and shiny shade of black.
She flashed her headlights, inviting and at the same time challenging him to a race. Flooring the accelerator and shifting gears, they accelerated together, side by side, into the night - A Red Knight and a Black Beauty. Stealing another glance at her, he saw a smile manifest in her lonely but otherwise graceful face. Little did he know that smile began to form on his face again. Flying by clueless vehicles, they began a dance that no one can disturb - unless they're inviting a accident upon themselves. Unfortunately, the reality is not what he thinks it is.
From afar, he saw another solitary pair lights that were different from the ones that he and his companion passed. And when they got closer, they saw a Blue Streak. The Black Beauty then made her way to the Blue Streak's side and flashed her lights to invite the Red Knight to join them. It was clear to him that he was nothing but a companion to her - a very close companion or friend if it's any consolation. It was also evident that the Blue Streak is the more important person in her life.
He replied by flashing his lights as if to say "Thank you but I must decline." He knew that it's not his place to steal the time that's meant for them to be together. And with that he floored the accelerator again and began to run his own course. Taking a last look, he saw Black Beauty and Blue Streak flash their lights saying "Do join us again soon."
Running again, alone in the night, holding back rage, trying to ignore the emptiness inside, he focused on the road ahead. And as he streaked past many more vehicles, far ahead a familiar sight caught his attention...
*Another take at literary frustrations..
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