Question

Show me, don’t tell me writing activity

Answer 1

Answer:

I can't come as I have a stranglehold here

or

I have a lot of vehicles as obstacles so I may delay

Answer 2

Answer:

The wait. Every second feels like ages. The constant honks of irritated drivers.  The multiple convergences of routes in which we all wait for the signal to glow. While the loud noise of anger people and the even more deafening noise machinery, building tirelessly. You can start to smell the propellant filling the air, this horrible smell that adds to the already awful day many people are having. Why are there signals here? To stop disasters; that happen anyway once people have enough of the waiting and decided to make a move, the wrong move. This is not the first time this haste hour happens, no, and we all know that it won't be the last either. We all have places to be and things to get done. Slowly people in the front get to go where they need to be, every vehicle starts to move forward. Is this the end of this forever seemingly wait? No, as soon as the vehicles move forward they stop. More vehicles go and more start to come this all happens throughout the day in these busy routes. One by one all the vehicles leave and all that is left is the sound of life.

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