Riders on the Storm, part 3
Flashing lights finally arrived, but not in the form I expected. His whistling abruptly stopped as he saw them approaching in the rear view mirror. His knuckles became white as he eagerly gripped the steering wheel. The moment he knew would be coming had finally arrived.
I saw it was only an ambulance long before he did, if he ever saw at all, all he seemed to see was the lights.
An inhuman rebel yelp echoed through the car as he swerved to hit the source of those lights. The ambulance plunged into the median before flipping on top of itself. Its fading siren abruptly ceasing as its lights went out.
But, as to be expected, more lights came, the right ones this time.