038

It was like a waltz, the way the traffic moved through the busy intersection. She gazed down at it from the sixth floor apartment. Waiting for her father to get himself all together before he took her to supper. The early evening light played through the lonely batch. Bringing a mocking joy in the warmth. The pinkish hue made the dusty stacks of books look romantic rather than sad.
Her attention returned to the street below, just as a truck jack-knifed and smashed into a small blue dot. Which flew into the air and landed feet away surrounded by what seemed a confetti of glass. She heard a crash in the background of her consciousness. It slowly pulled her into the space something was different. What...?
It hit her that she no longer heard the hum of Piano Man.  He wasn't whistling. She grabbed her cell from her purse and dialed to report the accident as she walked to the bathroom.
When she nudged the door open she dropped the phone and lost her breath. The blood was so red. Head wounds bled extensively. She knew that but had never seen such empirical evidence. His head must have hit the corner of the old metal hamper when he had fallen.

As her breath returned she grabbed for the towel on the vanity and for the cell that had skidded into the puddle. Blood trailed down her arm as she heard an operator desperately asking if anyone was there.
"Hello. No I am fine. Send an ambulance. My father..."
His eye fluttered open and made contact with hers. He tried to talk but just murmured.
"Ma'am?... What is your location?"
"1401 Greenway Terrace South"
"That accident has been previously reported and we have assistance on the way. Is your father an involved driver or passenger?"
"NO. Damn it! The building. Apartment 623. He has fallen"
"We will send held immediately. Please remain on the line."
She hung up. There was no time to sit on a phone call.