A Road Accident
The road in front of my school is a
narrow one. It is also very busy. Every afternoon when school is dismissed the
road becomes almost impassable as children, bicycles, cars and buses jostle and struggle to use it.
Sometimes a policeman is there to help things out, but generally chaos reigns
and we have to be careful not to get involved in an accident.
A few accidents had already occurred. I was a witness to
one.
If happened just after school. As usual the road was an
utter mad house. Children were running across the road to get to their cars and
buses. Cars and buses honked angrily at them.
Just then I saw a young boy make a dash across the road.
There was a loud blare of horn, a squeal of brakes and I saw a car knock into
the boy. He fell as though his feet were swept from under him.
Fortunately the car was not moving very fast and the driver
managed to stop the car before a wheel could run over the fallen boy.
All traffic stopped. I ran over to the boy and saw blood on
the road. He was bleeding from a cut on his head. A man came and examined the
boy. Then he lifted the boy and carried him to a car. They sped off, presumably
to the hospital.
Many people surrounded the driver who looked dazed and bewildered. A policeman came to calm
things down.
As there was nothing I could do, I turned and walked down
the road carefully. It was terrible to witness an accident. I certainly would
not like to be involved in one.
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