Early morning tragedy

I laid in bed last night as the diesel rumbled and the remembered sound of crunching metal mixed with flashing red and blue and occasional shouts for this or that. Flashlights frantically searched the nearby yards for any sign of survivors. It was a bad night for all. Worse for others and the day still found workmen cleaning up the aftermath.

I heard it happen and went out to see what could be done. i did not notice the missing signs. i did not find the car nor the bodies which mysteriously hid from me. I wasn't even sure that it was a crash. There was no breaking glass in that horrifically loud crunch. No squeal of tire. It was 3:54. I was outside and still needed to get dressed. The night was silent and nothing seemed out of place. Must have been somewhere else, I thought almost out loud. I went back inside.

The fire department is just a few blocks down the road. They must have heard it too and rolled a fire engine. I don't know why i did not find it first. I think there was nothing to be done. A paramedic called out for a bag and i crawled back to bed.