Inktober 2 - Weave

This would actually be pretty fun, if not for the stress of being incredibly late for his date with Florence, Jonesy thought. He’d had a complete blackout this afternoon, caught up in the flow of his work, and didn’t realise the time until it was getting dark. So now he was bombing down the road in his Porsche 911, testing out its acceleration, and racing every traffic light.

Hoooooonk! He was weaving through the traffic on the dual carriageway into the city centre now, rushing past the evening’s usual commuters meandering home from work. Forget fast and slow lanes, he thought. Just look for the gaps, and go for them, like that F1 driver once said. Nobody wants to have an accident, they’ll slow down if there’s not quite enough space. I wish I didn’t have to annoy everyone but I don’t have time to wait here.

That was close, he thought, as a Range Rover slammed on its brakes. Good thing they saw me in time, my little sports car would not win that fight. Florence was going to be so pissed off. This was the third time he’d been this late. He might not get another chance. And she was amazing. Funny, clever, ambitious, passionate. Everything he’d ever dreamed of.

He raced up to an HGV. There’s a chance to undertake if I’m quick, he thought to himself excitedly, get it before it merges back to the slow lane, it’s got a massive blind spot there. Woohoo! That was fun. Go get that electric Kia next. Boom, no match for good old fossil fuels today. Maybe I should take Florence out for a spin; she’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie, she’d love this.

Single lanes now, and the car in front was obviously not even hitting the speed limit. There’s a gap in oncoming traffic, drop to a lower gear and floor it, you can get past here. Yes! That was amazing, he thought to himself. He could floor it, there was nobody ahead now.

No, wait, shit, there’s a car pulling out of that junctio-

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