M4 Drive In

The road out of London is congested. There are brake lights on the bridges – four thousand tons of metal stopped against the sky and chipped with airport gold. A shapeless sun pulsates through the cars’ breath – a sunset into which we queue.

– Benjamin F Jones

M4 Drive In


About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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3 Responses to M4 Drive In

  1. Keith Parker says:

    I like it … short, sweet, to the point.
    Great last line!

  2. I hate traffic jams but they’re better if there’s a decent sunset to look at, although cease to be entertaining if your car still hasn’t moved after the night arrives.

  3. Phil Canon says:

    Nice last line. I feel there’s more.

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