The Road, The Car & I

I died. I was hit by a car, the latest edition of Ford's B-max series. It was blue. The driver wore a black body warmer. This driver also wore a red cap that featured some sort of team. The driver's “partner” who sat next to the driver wore roughly the same. It could be presumed that they had come from some event.

My dead body lay motionlessly in the road. The blue (now confirmed) car had swerved to the side and plummeted into a ditch. One problem was that the ditch was flooded with some very unpleasant murky looking water that overflowed its boundaries. There was a slight embankment on the other side but due to it raining it was no longer an embankment but it was now a waterfall. The car (which was now sprayed with mud along its left side) was sticking its rear end out of a pool of murky dark water. The occupants were not to be seen.

It took a few minutes, a few long minutes. But someone did come. It was a girl, an Asian girl. Black haired and tanned skin which I thought to be funny; we never really get sun in England. She was of medium height. Her legs were long, long like a gymnast’s pole. Her shirt displayed a picture of beach. A beautiful golden beach where children played, unaware of the sadness of life. Their parents would guide them. Hold their hands as they crossed the road. Where are my parents? Where is that happiness in my life?

The girl scanned the area; The Mountains, the car, my body. Her eyes widened, she turned around and ran. Come back I was shouting but no response was shown. My body still lay in the road. My body still didn’t move. The car still remained in its diving position. Water had begun to seep its way into it. But what about the occupants, how have they gotten on? Only fate could decide that. But it’s a bit unfortunate that fate is a very roman thing. And not a lot of people are that old.

It was then that a swarm of cars raced into the area. Policemen jumped out of their cars as if they were in some sort of action movie. An ambulance was also present but its members didn’t go for any Oscars when exiting the vehicle. Among the crew of people now walking to certain areas as if this was a game of chess, a girl was with them. This girl happened to be the Asian girl that I had seen earlier. She walked at a slower pace that most of the actors she was with but still made her way to my body. Many people surrounded my body. It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic.

Anyone that wasn’t examining my body as if it was some special artefact was going for a swim. A very heroic swim to try to get more information about the car, the car that happened to be surrounded and half flooded with water that was dirtier than the water in Africa. One man (who had taken his shirt off) dived into the water like an Olympian. I’m not sure what had happened but about a second later the man became a firework and jumped out of the water. He landed on top of the car and held on there, shivering with wide eyes.

A common phrase is normally said when afraid of heights, “Don’t look down”. But for the topless man on top of the car however it was not to be afraid of heights. He looked down to see something else. No noise was made but whatever he saw made him leap straight onto the hill like a dog. This dog however wouldn’t move for any bone nor Scooby snack.

The scene was a bit chaotic. People were walking all over the road like it was a museum. This museum only contained a dead body, a car stuck in water and a very dark and depressing scene. Despite the lack of interesting but meaningless objects the museum around me still held a great deal of people. Some of these people stood away from everyone else, talking in deadly silence. Others had taken up hobbies such as taking very peculiar sized steps from my body to the car, then from the car to my body again, and then to the other side of the road. Others were a bit more helpful as a group of men in white cloaks (which was a bit disturbing) stood around me carrying strange equipment. There were about five of these white-cloaked men. All of them stood or crouched around me. Some of the men carried silver boxes while others held strange objects in their hands. Whatever these objects were they shined brighter than plates that have just come out of the dishwasher. Around these crouching men stood men who wore pure blue jackets that went down to their waists. Their jackets did lighten up the quiet depressing scene.

There was suddenly a flash. An overly big flash of light that covered my vision like a blanket. The flash disappeared as quickly as it had come. My consciousness soon followed.