In lieu of anything better to write, I present you with my Creative Writing homework assignment. This is a "flash fiction" piece, 13 sentences maximum.
Davis and the Lights
Davis saw lights wherever he went. In front of every tree, every face, every building, he saw the same pair of lights staring at him, daring him to stare back. Whenever he looked into the face of his mother, his father, his girlfriend, his brother, or his sister, their eyes were headlights bearing down on him. The only time he didn't see the lights was when he looked at his grandfather, a towering man of infinite kindness and conviction. His eyes, though aged, held a light blue glimmer that could soften even a mountain. They were comforting to Davis. When his grandfather died, Davis no longer felt that comfort.
Davis entered college, afraid to look anyone in the eye, afraid of seeing the blinding, glaring torches that bore down on him like a freight train. Davis was afraid of looking at anyone, until one night, he was hit by a car. The headlights looked down upon him with spite, having finally claimed Davis as a victim of the Lights.
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