VN AfterTaste

Waiting at the roundabout. One car in front of me. One black SUV behind.
Traffic streams around the circle in steady herds. Each herd is followed directly by another with almost no space between. The cars are looking for better pastures. The SUV starts to honk its horn.

“Hawnk!” it bleats, with just enough prolonged tone to relay that the hawnker believes the horn has the power to alter the laws of physics and the space between vehicles. “Hawnk!” it bleats on timed intervals.

Eventually space opens up and the car at the head of the line joins the circle, the metal cavalcade. I follow.
It is too late for the black SUV. It bleats one last time as a giant bird of prey ensnares it with brutal talons. It lifts it up and away. “Hawnk!” bleats the SUV as it is whisked away to its inevitable doom.