I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though I know he misses it dreadfully. There were too many ditches when he was younger…
Then I wonder who needs the ambulance. Will it get there in time? Do I know them? Will they be okay? What if I was me who had died and the ambulance was going for my body while my ghost, all unaware, still went to work…?
Now there’s a thought that comes right out of nowhere and is guaranteed to stop you in your tracks on the way to work…
How would I know? Living with the dog wouldn’t have helped, as I am convinced they can see far more than we can. Ani might…
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