In the City

The weather was gray and the city noises were a mishmash of screams, crying and yelling with that of cars passing by and a police vehicle with its sirens still on. The ambulances had the siren lights on, resembling a disco death of sorts. To the left of the sidewalk, were curious onlookers stared, were wads of money and shiny coins scattered across. They stood in wait, like vultures, for a distraction from the only police agent to have arrived at the scene of the accident. Some handcuffs lay strewn on the street, and a security guard sat by the sidewalk with a bruised head and what seemed to be blood running down from his nose, dripping to the wet asphalt mixing with gasoline and the oil stained flow of the water near a gutter. Firetruck paramedics were attending to three people and one was already being carried inside the ambulance in what seemed to be an unconscious state, it seemed he had suffered a deep concussion to his head. Another man was lying down in the wet street complaining that the back of his legs hurt 'like a mothefucker' and that he might also have a fracture to his kneecaps. The other body, a female, had some red lipstick smeared in her face and a miniskirt displaying fine long looking legs and some broken high heel shoes. She was being pumped air and an injection being administered to her in her left arm glared all the lights that the city could reflect on its metal needle at that moment.