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“You do realise how serious the accident was, don’t you?” asked the doctor, speaking as gently as he could. She shrieked, “Answer me!” But there was still no answer and she fell forward, unconscious in the seat.
THE FORCE of the impact welded the two cars together. When the dust settled there was no movement and no sound save for the trickling of water and the hissing of steam from the broken motors. The night was calm and still with a full moon, but violence and death filled the air. Inside one of the cars a form moved. Sue stared in disbelief and whispered, “Johnny, Johnny.” There was no answer. She put her hands to her face and drew them away quickly. They were covered in blood. “Johnny!”
At the hospital five bodies were quickly removed from the ambulances and formed a long procession as they were wheeled down the clean, white corridors. There was urgency in the steps of doctors and nurses as all traffic led to the emergency operating room. Time, like some great hovering vulture, seemed to pause in its race to eternity, while relatives sat down and got
TUPU WHAKAR WHAKARANGI ANGI (Growing Heavenward)
ISSUE 239, JULY-AUGUST, 2021 Editor: Graham Batson
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