Cryptic. By design.

Nighthawks. By design.

It's me.

Start the car. The traffic is terrible when no one is moving.

The coffee is cold, untouched. Your hands won't get dirty if you never move them.

Serve the coffee. Spill the coffee. Wash your hands.

It's been snowing for years. Another cold front moving in.

Moving out.

Stay still. The traffic is terrible when no one is moving.

Parking cars parked. Traffic jam. Two way street. Travel stop. Stop.

Stop.

Apart from a nickel tip... the traffic. No noise. The water running over his hands dripping into the sink. Driving him crazy. Me. Driving me crazy.

Why am I here?

Why not.

Toss a smile in my direction. There's no noise. Outside there was no movement. Inside there was no movement. So quiet.

The world remains unaffected. Not for long. Not for long.

Dance on the counter. Spill the coffee. Wash your hands.

Time to start driving. The traffic is terrible when no one is moving.