Prologue to Angst

He drove and drove. He drove mindlessly. Where was he? What street? 8 mile. He drove until there was no more 8 mile. Home. As the bright lights faded into suburbia. He was safe now. Although the dimming of flicker street lamps caught him off guard made him jump as he caught sight of it. in his rearview mirror. It’s good the police weren’t after him. He needed a drink. How could he have let all this happen?

What have I done? he said as the anxiety began bubbling up in him like steamed milk on a stove top.

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