Aunt had fallen badly, going down
like a sack of coal, knocking her head
on the tarmac. I froze. Some onlookers
came across to help resuscitate her.
Beatrice, tearful, called an ambulance.
They came promptly and Aunt was
placed on a stretcher and wheeled
inside. She hadn’t come around.
The paramedics looked anxious.
Beatrice and I clambered up into
the vehicle. At once we set off for
the hospital. The sirens blared.
We raced through the choked streets,
ignoring traffic lights. This was bad.