Elle points and pulls at my clothes with her other hand. I
follow the imaginary line and find the group of people around an upturned car.
A woman
lies on the ground underneath one of the wheels. I can only imagine her leg is
mangled beyond comprehension beneath it. She screams and looks around, looking
for the aid standing invisible all around her.
‘We can
move it,’ I say. ‘And then hopefully someone will come for her.’
‘But the
car’s huge,’ Elle says.
‘We can
lever it away,’ I reply. ‘And with the bunch of us pushing it’ll move easily.’
We move back
to the group and I explain my plan. Immediately people begin picking up
wreckage, bars and pieces of wood. It looks like we emerged on this side and
crushed some sort of hut by the side of the road. I can only hope no one else
was hurt by the explosion.
The woman
screams. I can’t imagine what it must look like to her, a group of bars and
planks spontaneously deciding to push a car off of her leg.
I wish I
could reassure her, but I know that’s impossible, so I place my hands against
the cars greasy underside and push with all my strength.
We push
forward collectively and the car begins to lean backwards.
‘Again!’ I
cry and we band together with fresh determination. The car rolls backwards and
slams against the ashphalt with an almighty crash. I look closer for a second
and see that the wheels aren’t wheels like I knew, they look plastic and smooth
with no tyre to speak of. I ignore it and turn to the lady on the floor.
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