20th
February 2012
Dear Cassi,
This morning I came across a wrecked car on the
roadway and stopped to investigate. I had a feeling that something was wrong as
the lights were out on the street and making my way down I could tell they were
out for some distance. I turned a corner onto Santa Anita road and saw the
sparkle of glass in my headlights.
I could tell there was a car in the distance the
moonlight. I dark twisted shape loomed on the side of the road like a dead
beast. By this derelict was a telephone pole hanging by its lines. The downed
pole had to be the cause of the power outage. I passed the car in the darkness
and pulled over. The driver could have still been in there for all I knew.
With my hazard lights blinking I approached the
wrecked car on foot. The front end was torn away so the car could not have
driven off, but I could see the cabin was still in one piece. Wishing I had my
work flashlight I looked in to see only darkness. No blood stained the
interior, and there was no sign that injury had taken place.
I walked back to my own car when I was approached by
a local. She said that the car had been there for a spell but she had no phone
to call the police. I had to ask her where I was and on her answer I called 911
and reported the incident.
Trouble came with that as there was dispute over
what police agency was to look after this problem. I was referred from one
operator to another then back again. During this interlude I noted a car
approaching slowly with lights that searched the gloom. I waved them over and
found that this was a sheriff’s cruiser. I told 911 and they hung up on me.
The deputies thanked me for doing my civic duty and
sent me on my way. The whole excursion took a half hour longer than expected,
but at least I know that in a world folks who drive on by I am one who stops.
Stay safe, little sister
Richard Leland Neal
Random Street Theater a Comic
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