An ambulance is coming along the high street towards the junction where, on the corner, there sits a Thai restaurant. The ambulance is out of view but its sirens are wailing, and I am standing, around the corner, on the cross street a few yards down.
I look across the road at the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling window, where the waitress leans.
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The waitress is Asian, young, in her early twenties. She has a plain round face and short black hair. She wears a beige wool pullover and is bent forward, her forehead planted flat against the window pane.
I can hear the ambulance siren again, but it is behind me now.
I expected to see the flashing lights but I must have missed them. For a moment I think that the ambulance has continued straight and then made the next turn.
The waitress slow rolls her forehead against the glass, tilts her face slightly, curiously, trying to see or hear what is going on.
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