February 23, 2011 § Leave a comment
You can see the blue lights pulsing through the dark from right down by the overpass.
The ambulance is parked outside one of the big houses on the hill, its lights still flashing, and you couldn’t know just from walking past whether the paramedics are tending to the sick inside the house or in the back of the vehicle.
The late night walk back up the road is so quiet – barely a soul around, not here and not further up, towards the crossroads. No way of knowing if there might be someone waiting, knife in hand, up one of these dark driveways, or secreted with a kosh amongst the overgrown shrubbery of that waste ground further on. They say it’s common land, communal space for everyone, but you never see anyone there – even the dogwalkers give it a wide berth nowadays.
The silence on the evening street is as enveloping as the drizzle this evening – as if the night were holding its breath and waiting for any news.