Again I offer my hand. She clutches it and suddenly holds it to her belly. I am paralyzed. Dimpled thighs, dark electric hair, dazed eyes. A fireman takes her arm, wraps her in a blanket, stuffs her into the cab of a fire truck the color of blood.
Men remove helmets and yellow slicker raincoats.
Flashing lights, suddenly dark. Soon the street and woods are silent. My hand still burns.