Would it change to Red or Green he wondered. Somewhere in his memory where the deepest truths of his understanding dwelt, untroubled, unquestioned. Mistaken.
These were all childhood memories, childhood understandings of how things worked.
His adult life amounted to little more than screwing up all the truths he’d learned by trial and error as a child, invalidating what amounted to himself.
The signal remained on amber. Nothing else had passed before him. He had a choice.
He gunned the accelerator. A juggernaut sped from unseen from his left.