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  • The day started off like any other Friday.
    After finishing my breakfast and brushing my teeth, I walk out the door heading towards my bus stop.

    The bus is usually 5-10mins late. It was really sunny and warm that day, and I was already sweating even though I hadn't really walked that far at all.

    I love to look at the cars driving by in the morning. Such a busy bunch of people, all going the same direction.

    An Ambulance pass, sirens on...

    A mother with her two kids pass on the opposite side of the road. A girl, all dressed up in bright colourful summer-clothing, closely followed by her mum. They pass in front of me. Both families headed towards the school further down the road.

    Another Ambulance passes, sirens on. It hurts my ears this time...

    I can see the bus now, finally.
    I get on, and I go upstairs to sit down, left hand side of the bus. I open the window.

    A few minutes down the road, I see it... The accident.

    A car has hit the sign, dead on.
    A man is on the Ambulance stretcher. All I can see is a the paramedic holding up a drip for the guy. I think I see blood, or maybe not?

    What am I doing? Don't look! My curiosity gets the better of me.
    I am on the wrong side of the bus. I stretch to see what more I can see, but it's too far away now. All I see is the smashed up car, and the mangled sign on the side of the road.

    I sigh...

    We pass some shops. A whole class of schoolchildren all dressed up as Superman/Superwoman/Batman walks up the road unaware of the accident just a few 100 meters back. I snap a picture with my phone.

    I bet the man in the car thought he was a bit of a Superman, rushing though that roundabout mid morning rush hour.
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