NUMBER 18

NUMBER 18

(Will it take long)

(Yeah I am afraid so)

(Did you watch the football last night)

(Sorry not a fan)

Inside the vehicle an unspoken silence invades the atmosphere as all the occupants inside as nobody knows what to debate or discuss. 

The long waiting game was upon them as some obscure historical figure once said we are a nation that treats queuing,like a line of Ants lining up  to take a picnic as seen in lots of cartoons or is it animation, as an Olympic sport, and if and anyone should try gatecrash we may gripe and moan but never let you know. 

Lying  on the bed the patient begins to become more agitated by the minute, suddenly a loud bleeding noise echoes around the ambulance, flashing lights whirl in shades of blue with slightest hint of white. 

The man in the bed whole body shuddered, a a slow snake like hissing sounds of air being slowly released from their lungs ,like a deflating balloon. 

The two ambulance men start to act out thier paramedic training. 

To no avail the man on the bed dies.

He has joined the many in once mighty England whom have lost their lives due to NHS hospital s adopting own form  of continuous pandemic lockdown. 

When will this nightmare end who knows. 

The ambulance reverses towards a pile of rotting cadaver s and toss the dead man's cadaver on too of the pile then carry on working until thier shift ends.