Day 413

The traffic parted to allow the rapidly moving ambulance to pass through.
Its passenger sadly on the way out, no thanks to the staff.
You see the wrong number was dialled, just one digit out.

941

This crew appears almost exactly as you'd expect paramedics to.
Uniformed, concerned, prompt although their faces could never be recalled.
Hardly the first thought on anyone's mind and yet they left a faint air of fear behind.

Just one digit left the poor bastard in a body bag by the river.

Their patients were loaded in with the utmost caution and care, strapped down tightly.
Nobody escaped from them or at least if they did they were never heard from.
The ride was perfectly inconspicuous to viewers but inside... inside was hell.

The callers never paid attention to what was in the ambulance.