The Proof is in the Pictures

On occasion I will take photos from my iPhone to tell a short story. Last night when I left the school newspaper at 2:30 a.m., I decided it would be fun to take a couple snapshots and give them a subtle, yet descriptive cut line, for others to make up their own stories. The photo above was taken when I pulled into the driveway of my house.

If I wasn't so tired last night, I would have snapped a shot of the empty freeway that I got to travel on for a few miles. I couldn't see anyone, in front or behind me. When I figured out that I was alone on this open stretch of road, I had envisions (at that hour they were probably delusions) about racing down the Autobahn in a fancy foreign car, with nothing but gravity and wind resistance holding me back.

Then I caught up to a police officer while doing 80 mph and decided it would be best if I followed the rules of the road. Before I left the parking garage, I managed to take this snapshot. Two Camaros in the parking lot, planning devious plots. I looked around and saw no other cars, and the only thing I could think of was ... "And then there were two."