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Deja vu

Rapidly rotating wheels belonged to an over-turned car in the middle of a desert mountain road. Thick black smog enveloped the surrounding atmosphere and poured into every crevice in the rock face. A man wearing a long brown suede coat, black mask and eerie green goggles emerged from behind the demolished car. 

He was the only one in sight. 

In the distance, the sound of a rickety old engine came rolling through the mountain road, leisurely. The man walked to the side of the stony pothole infested road and stood uninterested. As the car’s approach was imminent, the man held his arm and spread it far out in front of him. As he intended, the ram-shackled car came to an abrupt halt. The driver’s eyes were glazed with innocence and confusion. The man’s face was completely covered, but he stared directly at the driver with persistence. The young driver sat perplexed at this strange encounter. The driver felt inclined to speak. 

‘Do- do you need a ride?’ 

Reluctant, the driver pushed the door open to let the man sit. The tyres let out an ear-piercing screech as he quickly drove away. The driver tried tirelessly to spark a conversation with this man, but he gave nothing. 

A strange feature seemed to materialize from the man’s face. Its appearance resembled that of a pair of pilot’s goggles with a dark frame and gloomy green lenses, which made the driver transfixed on them. The driver felt glued to his seat. He could not move. The image of the man’s hypnotising goggles were burning a hole into his brain. As he was trying to fight it he glanced over to the man, and to his disbelief, he saw an image projecting from the man’s lenses like a roll of film showing his near future. 

The driver’s eyes were fixated on the translucent goggles. His eyes became dazed, confused, disorientated. He could not see anything but his impending doom. He lost control. He could not stop it. 

 

Tumbling. 

 

Falling. 

Crashing. 

 

Rapidly rotating wheels belonged to an over-turned car in the middle of a desert mountain road. Thick black smog enveloped the surrounding atmosphere and poured into every crevice in the rock face. A man wearing a long brown suede coat, black mask and eerie green goggles emerged from behind the demolished car.

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