–This ambulance looked very lost to me, and made me think about what could be going on inside, between the drivers. –
An ambulance comes down the road, sirens on and blaring, going approximately 12 mph. It’s in the back-roads of a cheap, but nice part of East London. Lots of one-way roads come off a main one, fringed by pedestrian crossings and cycle lanes.
One of the ambulance drivers is a middle-aged, very lined woman whose lips turn down at the sides. The other, the driver, is a slightly younger man, balding and sweating the underarms of his uniform dark green. He is very red in the face. The man’s eyes dart around every street and pavement whereas the woman’s stay straight ahead.
The woman says, “you always do this.”
His pupils and irises trail up into his eyelids for a moment. She keeps going. Continue reading “The End of the London Mile”