Picture Composition

A screech of brakes and a piercing scream followed. The sound of someone falling to the ground was heard. Horrified, I stood rooted to the ground. A young boy lay motionless and helplessly on the ground in a pool of crimson blood. Beside him was a car and a few other people. The words ''car accident'' screamed in my mind. Was he dead? That question kept racking my brains. ''Go call for help...'' I told myself. My legs were heavy and could not move. ''Go!'' I turned my eyes away from the scene and with a huge effort, pulled my legs off the ground.
Ran to the phone booth and called for help was exactly what I did. The incident replayed in my head and made me even shocked. I was on my early morning stroll outside my house when the sound of a speeding car reached my ears. Lying in front of the speeding car was a young boy who had crossed the road. The scream and the sounds of the blaring horn was still etched on my mind. The young boy was flung ten meters from where he was first standing.
I ran to the phone booth and clutched the phone with shivering hands. I was perspiring profusely when I dialled for the ambulance. Regaining my composure, I went to see how the boy was doing. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw his chest moving up and down.
Within ten minutes, wails of sirens could be heard in a distance. I stood on the ground watching the paramedics helping the unconscious boy. The ambulance brought the boy to the nearby hospital as the wails of sirens faded slowly. When the boy woke up, he saw a young man and me standing in front of him. Then, I asked the boy where he had planned to go before the accident happened. Recounting the day, he said, ''I was about to walk home after going to my friend's house. Then, everything went black.'' The guilty driver, who was the young man beside me, kept apologising to the boy. I emphatised the boy and felt very sad for him. Sadly, I bid farewell to the latter and walked home with that incident etched in my memory forever.
Glen