I saw a young girl get hit by a taxi.
While waiting to cross East 86th Street, I watched her step off the curb not seeing she didn’t have the light.
She was texting.
A woman screamed when this cab, that was going much too fast, came careening around the corner, but it was too late. The girl, all of 16, was thrown on top of his hood, bouncing off like a rubber doll.
It could have been a stunt, in a movie. A doorman, another man in a business suit and the woman who screamed, all ran to her.
The taxi driver, a Muslim no less, his head wrapped clearly covering his brains driving that fast, stood helplessly by.
The ambulance came so quickly it was impressive. Unconscious, they gently lifted her onto a stretcher.
The woman retrieved the girl’s phone handing it to the EMT who placed it beside her.
I can’t stop thinking about what I witnessed.
No poetic license here.