Give Me a Hand

A heart glowed on the road down his window. Its light hurt his eyes. Won’t let him sleep. Never let him sleep in the nights. Closing his eyes won’t help. The light made everything that came in its way transparent. He had to get up and go to the window. He found a boy coming down the street, his eyes lowered. He hung his head out and cried –

“Hey there, kid. Would you mind turning the heart off on your way?”