Fuse, explode, wires, timer, ticking
William was known for his short fuse. He was born sensitive to external triggers. Hot wired to imploded into a deep depression, or explode (mostly) wildly into stirring discharges of words and deeds. William would be overwhelmed by nerves and tension to the point of releasing his hold of self; lashing out blindly like a compulsory reflex. This certainty would land poor William in trouble with neighbor and the law.
It was in bitterness that William turned the wheel and headed in fierce agitation toward the red light. With bloodshot eyes and temples ticking rapidly William bolted into the intersection: narrow, focused sight. A few seconds after the fatal impact with the fully loaded rig did the street light timer switch to yellow. By the time the green was displayed, William had already taken his final breath.
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