Inspired by Sunday Scribblings prompt 242 - What a difference a day makes
S T O P
So, what a difference a day makes in this ice cream world of mine, where yesterday slithers down my arm like melted vanilla. The lights are on red and I wait. Sit tight. Don't let the revving of the engine unsettle me. Today will be different. I say that every day. Today is different though, I can feel it. Eyes watching for amber. Green explodes and foot down, I roar. Through empty streets peopled with puppets. Over bridges that span black water. Between towering trees the road snake slithers. Finally round the bend. Obstacles long gone. Outside your peeling gate. I stop.