You never forget the sound of a car crash. There’s no way to describe that sound, but once you’ve heard it you never forget it and every time you hear it again you get the same gut-churning feeling you got the first time.
We were fast asleep yesterday in the spare room, J-Rab, The Cub and I. It gets the most sun in the afternoons and we were curled up, dozing in it when we heard the sound.
I knew two things immediately after hearing it – whatever had happened was close and it was bad.
I got up, walked through to the living room, unlocked and opened the sliding door and looked down into the road.
