They roll up behind me at the light. Really close. I can feel the heat from their engine.
The instant the green comes they start forward, getting even closer as I accelerate through the crosswalk. I can feel impatience radiating through their glass and steel box. I can hear frustration in the rev of their engine.
A honk. And another.
I can hear them yelling now. Window down, bird flying.
Traffic clears and they fly around, dropping obscenities in their wake, barely bothering to clear my front tire as they swerve in front...
The traffic comes again. Tail lights flair red.
I roll slowly past them and on though the sea of cars.
My fingers brush lightly down the hood of their car.
A simple, harmless touch.
The meaning whispered yet clear.
I own you.