Viewpoints

--person-- 16/01/24
I walked down the dimly-light street, the stars above me barely visible and cars thundering away in the distance. I could see no-one, and with my headphones on, it felt like I was the only one, drifting away into my own world where nothing mattered. I came to a stop at the small road, but the red man seemed unbothered and as I crossed the song changed and it was getting louder and louder and all I could think about as the bright lights flashed their silent warning and roared and screeched was that, maybe, I wasn't the only one who thought the world could be theirs.
If only for a moment.




--carperson-- 16/01/24
The traffic lights were green. As I neared, I couldn't make out much, but the crossing was empty. However, when I eventually made out the figure in the dark, faintly illuminated by my headlights, I slammed the brakes. I pressed the horn - hell, I turned up the radio volume - but the person was oblivious, listening to something. What an idiot. The only thing I could think as realisation finally showed on their face, and I finally stopped the car, was that there are no second chances, no other worlds in case you mess up your life in the first. And as I drove away, the body barely visible, I wondered how my children were, and whether my husband had finished making dinner. I would not risk my one chance, not dwell on the past.
Not even for a moment.