As I adjusted the accounts of balcony plants, a screeching noise shattered the three in the morning silence.
I attempted to steal a glance but the overgrown bamboo tree disrupted the view…
Downstairs, indeed a car crash. The lady later yelling “I am a dog,” repeatedly after the contrary participant placed his hands on her as if to shut her up….
Two cars were parked alongside the rollover and one of them was mangled at the front driver’s side as if chewed out by the impact…
Ten minutes later an ambulance, twenty minutes later a flatbed tow truck, tge flashing lights seemingly contradicting themselves…
The newapaper delivery motorcycle, the only usual traffic at these hours, appeared hidden…
Speeding down the road, she must have swerved last minute in seeing the faint lights of his headline carriage…
I gambled another glance, for the sake of photography but remained distanced since the crowd had now grown beyond peripheral control…
I thought to myself, gardening used to be such a quiet pleasure.