He Who Parteth The Red Sea

Moses grumbled to himself, head being given a shake of annoyance, as he slowed to a stop. For some reason quite unknown to himself, every car he could see was red. Save for his. His was of three colours: red, white, and blue. And his was also alot higher up off the ground. Using this to his advantage, the middle-aged male peered out ahead of him, looking for a single car that was not related to the sanguinous ones before him. There were none. All the way to the next traffic light, and the ones after that, were lined red vehicles.1

'How odd', Moses mused to himself before, out of plain curiousity, redirecting his gaze to the side view mirror. He blinked. Not a single vehicle behind him was red. A myriad of colours he could see, but not a single one of them red. His brow arched as he peered forward again. He was astounded. The light changed from red to green and, as if it were a single wave, everyone of the red cars began to move in unison.2

As he gently accelerated his own vehicle, he peared into the mirrors again, hmming to himself. Suddenly, static broke through his radio and a faded but barely detectable voice came through. Moses interests were redirected as he reached forward, flicking a certain switch. Suddenly, the hum of accelerating vehicles was broken by wail. A wail that split the very air as it rose and fell between different octaves. The male could see peoples heads turning to find its source. The wail continued and the red sea of cars began to part, making way for him and quite possibly those behind him.
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