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ellyssianThere's something that happens when you see someone lying in the road, blood and blankets blending with the hot asphalt.
Some stop to help, most stop to stare.
A motorcycle fallen, a biker and his passenger spread across the road. Ambulances coming, taking the long way around.
A traffic snarl for an hour.
Two lives hanging in the balance.
Critical.
Pointing, looking.
Most, at least, not smiling.
Entertainment takes many forms for some people.
There is no need for me to help - troopers are jumping over the Jersey barrier. A fire truck arrives. Spectators are in the way, as if they weren't before.
I drive on, still not knowing the story.
Just blood and blankets, and a life lying on the road.
The rest I find out later, after the fact, despite being only a dozen or so cars removed from the incident.
Two lives, on the road.
Critical.
No need to stop and stare, just to hope they pull through.
Some stop to help, most stop to stare.
A motorcycle fallen, a biker and his passenger spread across the road. Ambulances coming, taking the long way around.
A traffic snarl for an hour.
Two lives hanging in the balance.
Critical.
Pointing, looking.
Most, at least, not smiling.
Entertainment takes many forms for some people.
There is no need for me to help - troopers are jumping over the Jersey barrier. A fire truck arrives. Spectators are in the way, as if they weren't before.
I drive on, still not knowing the story.
Just blood and blankets, and a life lying on the road.
The rest I find out later, after the fact, despite being only a dozen or so cars removed from the incident.
Two lives, on the road.
Critical.
No need to stop and stare, just to hope they pull through.
