A Cluster of Nouns

 

    The freeways were like arteries, all leading into the heart of

 the intersection, where an entanglement of fenders and

 bumpers formed a massive clot.

    Nothing was getting through.  It appeared as if all breathing

 had stopped.  

From a distance, firetruck sirens sounded like the horn section of an orchestra, while police conducted the general chaos away from the percussions.

 All the while, a sprinkling of windshields, mirrors and headlights rained down upon the pavement, like the tinkling of a triangle being played in the background.

Building to a finale, a kettledrum of tow trucks arrived to lower the curtain on the cluster of nouns.

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