October 20, 2020
A hand, the watch, a white cuff and cufflink, the arm of a jacket: I saw these before the car turned and left. In a cloud of dust, the car had disappeared around the corner before I realised that I should have read the number plate, paid attention to the driver, noticed more. But I had been on a leisurely walk; I was daydreaming. I had walked randomly, my way determined by the angle of the sun and the view, and entered the square in time to see a car driving away at speed and a body on the road.