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Bright Lights

I stood on the pavement and watched as a puddle of rainwater periodically changed from shades of green to yellow, and yellow to red. It seemed the downpour had stopped just so Jason and I could get our bags out to the car. The trunk slammed shut with a thud. I jumped.
“Are you afraid?” I could feel his cold breath behind me.
“No, I…” I paused and looked up at the stop light hanging above the corner. “I think I’m going to miss the traffic…and the stop light glaring in my window every night.” He snorted.
“I think that’s the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It reminded me that there was life outside of this house.”
“Mhm.”
“That there were people outside, there were other places to be and to go to. It showed me that there was more to life.”
“A traffic light really taught you all that, huh, Sis?”
“Now it won’t shine in my window every night.”
“Don’t be too sure about that.”
“What?” He snorted again.
“Jas, you patronizing asshole, what is it?”
“Where we’re going…there’ll be plenty of bright lights.”

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