Nursery rhyme rhythm, steady in syllables, CPR… my fingers laced striving for an ordinary miracle.
People gathered. To watch, I guess, in imitation of a Greek chorus.
“His name?” I asked. And added, “Anyone?”
“Begs by the Chicken Shack”, the chorus replied.
Ambulance is on the way, on the way, the chorus now getting into stride, an ambulance on the way…
I applied more pressure and felt a rib crack.