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Carl Henshawe

I was almost home by the time I knew that it had happened

It was still early - about half-eight I think - and I&039;d been out of the house since just after four Looking back I was glad I hadn&039;t been ho there after it had happened to theet the the for either of them It hurts too one and it was over by the tiot home

I&039;d been out on a maintenance call at Carter and Jameson&039;s factory fivethere once or twice a ht The bastard that was in charge of the place was too tight to pay for newthe system when he knew that he could call us out Didn&039;t ot us out He knew the maintenance contract better than I did

I was sixrong I&039;d stopped at the services to get a cup of coffee and so off theunusual about that - the electric&039;s in the van had a mind of their own - but this was different Onebut silence Not even static Just silence I tried to tune in to a couple of other stations but I couldn&039;t get anything

Like an idiot I kept driving and trying to sort out the radio at the same ti through the tops of the trees The sky was clear and blue and the et back home so I kept my foot down I didn&039;t see the bend in the road until I was half way round and I didn&039;t see the other car until it was almost too late

I slammed my foot on the brake when I saw it It was a small mustard-yellow coloured car and its driver was obviously as distracted as I was He was co wheel hard to the right to avoid hitting him I must have missed hi about the way the car was ht I slowed down and watched it inthe bend that I had just coht line, still going at the same speed It left the road and sainst the trunk of a heavy oak tree and then the car stopped dead when the centre of the bonnet wrapped itself around another tree trunk

There was no-one else about I stopped and then turned the van around in the road and drove back towards the crash All I could think was the driver was going to blaainst mine and Christ, if he took ood case I kept thinking that I was going to lose my job and that I&039;d have to explain what had happened to the boss andand bloody hell, I didn&039;t even stop to think that the other driverwheel

I stopped s felt heavy - I didn&039;t want to look but I knew that I had to As I got closer I could see the full extent of the dae to the car It had hit the tree at such a bloody speed that the bonnet was alht around it

I opened the driver&039;s door (it was jaet it open) The driver looked about thirty-five years old, and I didn&039;t need to touch hiainst the steering wheel, crushing his nose His dead eyes gazed up atfro wide open It wasn&039;t dripping; for the best part of afro on the floor around the deadclue what to do For a few seconds I just stood there like a bloody fool, first looking up and down the silent road and then staring at the jet of stea up fro air I felt sick toeventually stopped all I could hear was the drip, drip, drip of blood It had only been a couple of ain and felt myself lose control of rass at the side of the road

Once the nausea had passed I dragged myself up onto my feet and walked back to the van I reached inside for the phone, realising that although there was nothing I could do for the poor bastard in the car, I had to do so that he was dead I could just tell the police that I&039;d been driving along and I&039;d found the car crashed into the tree No-one needed to know that I&039;d been around when the accident took place