i didn’t hear the accident. Didn’t see it. Was so focused on my inner thoughts that i didn’t see the accident until i was about a half-block away.
There was a car. In the middle of Broadway. Door open. People standing around.
…a woman laying on the ground near the car…
i did not slow my rapid pace. Did not walk faster. Just tried to see what had happened as i walked.
…woman, on the ground…
As i got closer, i saw a man in Corporate Clothes, standing to the side. Mouth clenched in annoyance. Another man, nearby. Neither of them looked like they had any idea what to do.
‘Did you call 911?’ i asked.
One of the men nodded. i looked over at Teh Victim. Her knees were bent and a jacket was propped under her head. It was drizzling and the jacket protected her head from the dampness.
i wasn’t thinking. i was Feeling.
i moved closer. The woman had a cell phone out and she looked like she was trying to text someone. Her left hand was extended, almost as if she didn’t quite have control over it. Or she needed help.
i didn’t see the accident. Didn’t want to see it. Was that Before me on the ground?
I knelt. The ground was wet. i held her left hand. ‘Who are you texting?’
‘I’m calling my dad,’ she responded. She was hurt, but i could not tell how bad it was.
Blond. White cross-training shoes. Air bag on car deployed.
She had to leave a voicemail. She was lucid, but i retreated to give her the privacy she needed to leave the voicemail.
We were literally steps from the fire station. Two firemen walked over, casually putting on their overcoats. The snorkel moved from the garage to the middle of the intersection to block traffic. One of them knelt and started to take vitals.
An ambulance and police officer arrive. A man who was in the background came forward. i heard ‘i was going 25-30 miles per hour…/blur/…my car spun around, like three times…/blur/…’
i looked at the car. Silver. Front right quarter panel crushed. ‘She was the driver,’ the curly haired guy told me. ‘She got out of the car and stumbled and couldn’t walk. That’s my jacket under her.’
October 2009: Did someone put their jacket under my head? Hold my hand while we waited for the ambulance?
i told the officer that i didn’t witness the accident. He told me i was free to go.
i cried the last block to work. No weeping. No wailing. Just silent tears that i hardly noticed.
…hold it together, Sonchi…