The neon lights cast against the low clouds like a second dawn, the man made luminescence a reminder he had stayed up too long as this was the second time he had seen them since waking.

He stood and watched phalanx droplets march in across the amber-lit concrete. Close by a stranger laid onto his horn as if to spread apart the traffic in front of him, the sound violently echoing between his ears. He grimaced and his brow furrowed and he walked in rage to the passenger door and knocked against the window, his face wet with rain.

The man inside leaned over from his seat and rolled down the window and stared at the man who stared back and waited for him to speak.

‘What makes you think that’s gonna help you?’
‘What?’
‘Thinking you’re Moses for the traffic.’
‘Fuck off.’

The man rolled up his window and he stood in the rain. He watched the car move at a snail pace before pulling out his switchblade and stabbing the rear tire.

‘Prick.’