Weaving through silky straight roads. Malevolent when they want to be. Reckless intent in the blaring horns. Arrogant confidence in the nose-to-rear jostling, small skinny limbs operating over half a tonne of machinery, music ricocheting around an empty skull. Move, move, move out of my way. Move, move, move, move. Nudge the car forward then brake, to the beat of the music. The stragglers scramble to get out of the way. Bullies bully the bullied.

A small man’s gargantuan car on the immense roads of Arabia. A camel against the dunes? Something far more sinister. High rises soaring above the roads, reflecting, reflective, twinkling lights and LED displays larger than life and devastatingly distracting.

They’re monsters, these little humble men with their generosity and hospitality. Beasts on the roads, in their imported cars. Larger than life, always have somewhere to go, teasing drivers, playing with them like a predator with its prey. Hooting horns, flashing lights, move move move, threading through the lanes like serpents.

A drunk driver won’t take you out here, it’s the reckless risk of the youth growing up in a world that tells them they will live forever.

This was Day Five of my Short Story Challenge. The why of which is outlined here, and the challenge of which is outlined here.