Can’t Leave Now

I caught myself holding my breath, frozen by the thick, electric tension between the trucker and the bikers. Nobody said it out loud, but every gut in that lot knew we were inching toward something we would not forget.

The sun hung low, dragging out long shadows across the cracked pavement, painting the whole scene in this dusty, golden light that made it feel like we had wandered into the last stand of some old western. The moment stretched and stretched, tight as a wire, and not one of us dared move. The final act was upon us, and we all had to wait for it.