Never Again
The blue light rotated hypnotically and alternate shades of dark and light skittered across Jim’s face. I squirmed deeper into the leather passenger seat of his yellow Camaro, then briskly rubbed my thin face with both hands. I glanced into the passenger side-view mirror, but all I saw reflected there was the velvety night and superimposed white lettering that read, “Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.” Fingers nervously drumming on my door’s instrument panel, I accidentally depressed a square, raised button. Somewhere deep inside the door, a mechanism groaned...
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