A plastic bag of fruits and vegetables lay limp beside her, just as how she was too on the road. The scene was unusual to me in reality, so perhaps to prevent shock, my eyes and mind trained themselves on the single bright orange that had rolled its way out of the plastic bag.
Unfortunately, my eyes and mind, drawn to bright colours, also fixed themselves upon the pool of blood gathered around her head. Someone had rolled up a piece of clothing and placed it under her head, perhaps to give her some comfort in her wretched state. It was soaked in blood.
A motorcycle lay on its side several meters away.
I finally gave in and looked fully upon her. Oh the poor woman. She was so old and petit, dressed in the typical ah ma attire of a colourful polyester blouse and black slacks. She lay on her side, like she was merely asleep. But that pool of blood gave away the horror of reality.
Oh the poor woman. Will she survive? How will her poor family take it?
How many of us take road safety for granted, foolishly believing that drivers will not dare to knock us down and that we can outrun that oncoming vehicle. Please triple check all directions before you cross the road - you can never be too careful. And always use designated pedestrian crossings.
Do your loved ones a favour and remind them today.
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