The time was past six in the evening and it was a November. It was dark, of course. But the night was specked with the red, orange, and white rear and head lights of the vehicles, all suspended in traffic save for one lane. Somewhere in one of the lanes was a red SUV that was in a hurry and a huge truck with a Flammable label across its long body. Their lane moved with the green signal, but as the SUV was inching to turn left, the traffic lights warned with an orange and asked everyone to stop with a red. But the car was in a hurry and with a screech, he looked like the victim in front of the Flammable truck.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)