rustling in the slight wind. “Darren. Let’s go!” she said, yanking his door open.
Angelica stepped out after them, the lowly intern following them around. She advanced at an almost painfully slow pace, her thighs rubbing together and her overgrown, ginger bangs falling into her eyes .
“Excuse me!” her heart skipped a beat as two police officers zoomed right past her, their coffee tainted breath lingering in the air behind them.
She stood in an uninhabited patch of asphalt. From left to right, there were the news vans and the police cars, trying their best, but also failing epically at controlling the flow of traffic. Then, there were the ambulances, the people limping towards help with bloodied faces and pained expressions. Smoke shrouded the crash itself, the truck and the bus nearly impossible to see. The air stank with burning fuel and metal… and people. But, as Angelica’s eyes finally made their way to Clementine she saw that miraculously, she had found to a way to talk over all the noise and hubbub.
“Here you have it, Jim!” she glanced behind her, motioning at the mangled pieces of machinery. Her blue eyes were bright and brilliant, a smile leaking out of them.
Angelica was equal parts amazed and terrified as she watched Clementine slowly inch her way closer and closer to the wreck. Her words leaping out of her mouth a mile a minute. Angelica felt compelled to follow her, even though she could think of nothing helpful to do.
“As you can see, it is a pretty horrific scene here on I-5….”
Angelica was trying to pay attention, to take notes on her technique, but she couldn’t deny the massive distraction happening right over Clementine’s head. The smoke coming from the bus had intensified. Fire fighters yelled urgent messages to each other, gesturing wildly at it. From between Clementine’s legs, Angelica could see that something fowl and extremely dangerous-looking leaked out of the exhaust. Her stomach flipped at the sight as she realized it was going to explode.
There it was; the important thing that would mean Angelica’s first words since they arrived on the scene.
Move! Get out of the way! It’s going to explode!
It was such an easy thing to say, but sadly, as Angelica stared Clementine, watching her red lips move like the beak of a blue bird, she realized just how difficult this seemingly small thing would be. She would have to leap in front of the camera during a live broadcast and yell those words right at Clementine.
Her eyes frantically shifted from the smoking bus, to Clementine and Darren. It wasn’t until the firefighters fled, their boots slamming against the concrete at full speed, that anyone noticed what was going on.
“Move! Move! Move!” they waved their hands frantically.
“C-C-C-Clementine!” Angelica screeched. Her brain shriveled up at this small effort.
Clementine just kept talking.
Darren glanced back at Angelica, his eyes wide with exasperation as he dropped the camera. “Dammit, Tine! There’s an explosion!” he grabbed her thin arm in his massive hand and dragged her away.
Angelica turned, launching into her own run. Her diaphragm fought for air, thrusting up and out, against her lungs, against her ribcage, but she felt like she was breathing through a straw anyway. She had barely traveled seven steps before the massive blast sounded, obliterating what little sunlight they had. The smell of smoke and ash coated the inside of her throat as she pushed herself off of the ground. Everything was covered in a haze and bodies moved around like floating jelly fish, but even through all of that, she could see Clementine racing through the ash and soot for the camera.
“Did we get it? Did we get the shot?” she demanded to no one in particular. Clementine shoved the headset onto her head, her mouth hanging open in anticipation. “Uh yes Jim! We’re still here!” she tore it off of her, then shoved the camera at Angelica.
Angelica’s eyes went
Angelica stepped out after them, the lowly intern following them around. She advanced at an almost painfully slow pace, her thighs rubbing together and her overgrown, ginger bangs falling into her eyes .
“Excuse me!” her heart skipped a beat as two police officers zoomed right past her, their coffee tainted breath lingering in the air behind them.
She stood in an uninhabited patch of asphalt. From left to right, there were the news vans and the police cars, trying their best, but also failing epically at controlling the flow of traffic. Then, there were the ambulances, the people limping towards help with bloodied faces and pained expressions. Smoke shrouded the crash itself, the truck and the bus nearly impossible to see. The air stank with burning fuel and metal… and people. But, as Angelica’s eyes finally made their way to Clementine she saw that miraculously, she had found to a way to talk over all the noise and hubbub.
“Here you have it, Jim!” she glanced behind her, motioning at the mangled pieces of machinery. Her blue eyes were bright and brilliant, a smile leaking out of them.
Angelica was equal parts amazed and terrified as she watched Clementine slowly inch her way closer and closer to the wreck. Her words leaping out of her mouth a mile a minute. Angelica felt compelled to follow her, even though she could think of nothing helpful to do.
“As you can see, it is a pretty horrific scene here on I-5….”
Angelica was trying to pay attention, to take notes on her technique, but she couldn’t deny the massive distraction happening right over Clementine’s head. The smoke coming from the bus had intensified. Fire fighters yelled urgent messages to each other, gesturing wildly at it. From between Clementine’s legs, Angelica could see that something fowl and extremely dangerous-looking leaked out of the exhaust. Her stomach flipped at the sight as she realized it was going to explode.
There it was; the important thing that would mean Angelica’s first words since they arrived on the scene.
Move! Get out of the way! It’s going to explode!
It was such an easy thing to say, but sadly, as Angelica stared Clementine, watching her red lips move like the beak of a blue bird, she realized just how difficult this seemingly small thing would be. She would have to leap in front of the camera during a live broadcast and yell those words right at Clementine.
Her eyes frantically shifted from the smoking bus, to Clementine and Darren. It wasn’t until the firefighters fled, their boots slamming against the concrete at full speed, that anyone noticed what was going on.
“Move! Move! Move!” they waved their hands frantically.
“C-C-C-Clementine!” Angelica screeched. Her brain shriveled up at this small effort.
Clementine just kept talking.
Darren glanced back at Angelica, his eyes wide with exasperation as he dropped the camera. “Dammit, Tine! There’s an explosion!” he grabbed her thin arm in his massive hand and dragged her away.
Angelica turned, launching into her own run. Her diaphragm fought for air, thrusting up and out, against her lungs, against her ribcage, but she felt like she was breathing through a straw anyway. She had barely traveled seven steps before the massive blast sounded, obliterating what little sunlight they had. The smell of smoke and ash coated the inside of her throat as she pushed herself off of the ground. Everything was covered in a haze and bodies moved around like floating jelly fish, but even through all of that, she could see Clementine racing through the ash and soot for the camera.
“Did we get it? Did we get the shot?” she demanded to no one in particular. Clementine shoved the headset onto her head, her mouth hanging open in anticipation. “Uh yes Jim! We’re still here!” she tore it off of her, then shoved the camera at Angelica.
Angelica’s eyes went
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