Ambulance

The sirens echoed through our eyes so we stopped to take a break as the ambulance sped past. It had green and orange lights and swooped by like a vulture with its distant sight set on something around a hundred city corners. We got back on the road timidly, peddling our bicycles around manhole covers as if sirens might suddenly burst from them like geysers. The buildings rumbled past like express trains, full of bankers and men in suits, and when we finally came upon the scene of the accident, we were nearly ready to see what had just happened.