The Main Character

I thought when I was given a number plate, that I’d be a strong car on the road, driving often. Like a four-wheel drive or even a truck towering above the rest of the world. Instead, they put a traffic light on top of me to stand still on roads under construction. It’s not like this is even a full-time job either. I’m on the roads having work done with them with vigh-visibility people marching about, or I’m locked away in a storage facility.

It’s not the life I wanted. The only joy I get from this menial task is controlling the cars, and getting to tell them what to do. Sometimes when a car disobeys my commands, I’ll punish the next car by waiting an extra few seconds to change to green. They have to know that I’m the one in charge here, not them. I make the road rules.