Hey!!!
I wrote it!!!
EasytoSay (Kellie) posted it
and decorated it for me,
she's impressed!!
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-The path is dark. There are no lights but the little oil lamp hanging outside number 32. The old church yard shrubbery has over grown its high wall and spills onto the walkway. The broken path is old, torn, battered. It looks as though no-one has repaired it in a century. Between the cobbles there is no mortar or cement, only grime and muck. Slimy moss is forming on the surface of the stones which makes it hard to keep your footing. The old sign post, where the bus used to stop, is no longer readable and the beautiful sycamores preceding the sign have rotted.
I felt the shame of this once proud street every time I walked along it. On this particular day though, the decay of the path was not the only thing that saddened me. About halfway down the long stretch of sorrow, just before the pot holes began, was an old man. This struck me as odd because it was 1 o’clock in the morning. This is my favourite time of the day (or night) for walking down that path. The old man wasn’t walking, or moving. In fact, he was lying still on the ground. I approached him with caution and curiosity, finding I was wrong. It wasn’t an old man, but an old woman. She was face down in the weed infested mud and contorted in a manner such that I had to look away. Once I had composed myself, I took a longer more detailed look at her mangled body. She was breathing!
I had to ring an ambulance! I whipped my phone out of my pocket. ‘Not Now!!! Not Now!!!’ I panicked to myself as I noticed the phone was dead. I tried restarting a number of times before getting so angry and frustrated that I threw it at a wall. I knew there was a police station quarter of a mile away, so I started running. I was sprinting at full pace, I had no care for my lungs or the exhaustion in my legs. I was running for her life. My eyes blurred as the harsh wind in my face caused them to water. Tears were streaming backwards into my ears as I pushed my stamina to the very limit. It wasn’t long before I reached the station. Not stopping to think about anything logically, like the time, I pelted up the stairs and straight for the entrance.
It was locked.
I ran back to the path where I had found the old lady. This time I was actually crying. I couldn’t help her and now she would die. I had to go back and perform what little first aid I knew. I just had to. On my way back I tripped. Frowning, I looked to the ground. Nothing. ‘Of course!!’ I thought, ‘My phone!!’ I kicked it with all my might and it went skidding into the bushes. I rushed over to the decrepit state of a woman. Just as I was about to reach down and touch her, with shaking hands, I heard my ring tone. I jumped up and dashed my head from side to side trying to pin point the location. I knew it was in the bushes so I darted over to them and listened again. It was clearer now. Thank God it hadn’t delved deep into the realms of thorns. I hastily grabbed my handset and dismissed the incoming call. ‘HOW ON EARTH…!’ rattled through my mind over and over. I was so relieved it was on that it took me a second to remember why I needed it. In one big hit, the night flooded back to me. I dialled 999.
Once I had relayed the story to the operator, she promised an ambulance AND a police unit ‘right away’. I rushed to the bend where my favourite path began and waited anxiously for the services. I heard them before I could see them and it startled me when they zoomed round the corner. I stumbled back in awe at their blinding speed before starting after them. They broke hard and four uniform police appeared, seemingly, out of nowhere. They told me the paramedics were seeing to the ‘casualty’ and that I was to tell them the full story of my experience.
After I had finished telling them the events of the night, they offered to give me a ride home. I accepted with a big sigh and climbed into the squad car. We set off and before long, I was asleep. I was awoken abruptly by my head smashing against the front passenger seat head rest. We had crashed. After the shock had worn off, I mustered the strength to climb out. I was battered and bruised in every which way but somehow I managed to haul myself on into the open air. I squinted at the bright light that assaulted my eyes. I wasn’t ready for such immensity. I had just been in a car crash! Awhile passed and my eyes eventually adjusted to the overpowering light. I took one look and was stunned. The Pearly Gates??
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