My hands went white on the steering wheel, my breath coming shallowly as I edged on the gas a little bit, trying to keep the red tail lights in front of me in sight.
"Come on. Come on." I whispered, not wanting to be left alone in this snowstorm to try and navigate the snow covered roads. The snow was falling so quickly that the tire tracks were disappearing nearly as fast as they were being made. Hence why I wanted to get closer to the taillights in front of me. But if anything. They only seemed to be getting further, and I did not dare faster. Not with my lack of four wheel drive. "Please." I whisper. "Just let me get home safely."
-Inspiration from driving home in a snowstorm.
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