In The Garden Living an RPG Life

Cutting the siren, she got out of the car to view the wreckage. The ambulance was already leaving, sirens quiet. The uniform had the scene documented.

“No mystery here?”

“ No. The driver says he just didn’t see the stop sign. Kept going. “

“ There’s more to it,” the detective said, “else I wouldn’t be here. Drugs? Alcohol?”

“ No,” the officer said. “ Night shift.”

Softening her gaze so that the world as it is drifted away like smoke. The driver reeked of dreaming, of drifting, of being elsewhere; of children, a meal, sleep, sleep…

“He just fell asleep,” she said. “That’s all.”