photon: The broken man

Don't look back. Just light that cigarette, have a smoke and relax. It's over now, luck is going to change for us, I promise, this is all it takes. A puff of the cigarette and I keep driving, trying not to look at the rear view mirror, where the fog brought by the dawn swallows up the road to the past behind us. But still, there, in the mirror, as soon as I refocus, I can't help seeing the broken man staring right back at me...