cars don't kill people: lovers do

I imagine Rachel must have passed a hand over her face as she reached up to the machine on the wall. Without a knock the door opened and a senior colleague joined her.

Now that’s a good night’s rest you’ve just had. Haven’t slept so well since…..well…….since you were a baby. Somewhere the cleaners are making their way down the ward.

I was unpacking when a knock at the door interrupted my ruminations. I’d just got back from somewhere or other and was a bit distracted. I opened the door. There was a police woman there.

‘Jim was a traffic cop. Motorbikes. Always been a biker. Trail bikes, scooters even, moto-cross, superbikes, you name it, he’d ridden it.

The sky was growing darker and the road beckoned. Lit with embers of fire the late hour turned the western horizon the colour of blood. I didn't know how long I could just sit there and take it.