A Driver

He drove frantically, like a bee repeatedly flying head-first against a window, much to the likeness of the other drivers. Whatever their justification was, it certainly did not take precedence over his quest.

Like most average men who inhabit positions like "neighbour" or "nice-man-watering-his-lawn," this individual was not a good man. Sure, he was friendly - he even gave money to the homeless and went to church on Sundays. However, he had many flaws. The man was on his way to correct a mistake - not because he had done something he knew was wrong, but because he was lied to. He was correcting another's mistake that had cost him his most dear possession - his pride.

"Fhucken twat" he mumbled under his breathe, seeing a young boy trudging outside toward a coffee shop.

-People like that deserve to die! he thought.

He started up an icy incline thinking about his dumbass wife, the cunt. The slope continued to steepen as the road took a right to level out and lead drivers around the small mountain.

The white snow swirled around the car - gently, as if in a baby hurricane. He hated it.

-Useless, he thought. Every last one of them. ..

A burst of hard packed snow mingled with the white hurricane. The man was only vaguely aware of the explosion of snow and ice, but saw a flitter of pink and baby blue flying from the slope side of the mountain.A young girl with a heavy, hot-pink jacket and matching beanie slid onto the road on her blue, plastic disk.

The man did not stop, despite seeing her, and plowed through her while, blissfully unaware, the little girl screamed with joy.

The man did not stop or slow down after running the girl over. She shouldn't have been out playing in this weather in the first place - she was going to die anyway. And she should have been more careful around a street like that. Besides, he had to go get that bitch that had given him herpes.