As the car rolled toward the intersection, I was consumed by conflict. I knew that, by going straight, I would be headed toward a place where I could fulfill my perverse desire. A right turn would bring me back to the paths of my normal life, with nothing to bat an eyelid at. My hands tensed on the steering wheel. Straight or right? Nearer and nearer I sped toward the crossing... and I knew that my heart had decided. I was going straight.
Suddenly a shrill, piercing scream echoed out. The world slowed to a crawl. I turned my head and saw my phone ringing insistently on the passenger's seat. Swallowing, I signaled a turn and quickly eased the car over, making a right turn onto the side street and pulling to the side. I answered the call.
And I knew that I had met the shriek that I heard that night... silently, years before, on another crossroads between good and evil. Yes, the Hand that had gently nudged me away from degradation so long ago has a Voice as well, speaking to me now through the darkness of night. I am thrilled to hear my old Friend. I missed you, though in truth you were never gone at all.
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