Seth bowed his head as the ambulance approached, remembering that summer day he watched two snorkelers drown. The white noise of vacationers remained undisturbed by the struggle of samaritans dragging a couple from the water. Lifeguards sped along with noiseless footsteps, expelling no shouts only rhythmic life-saving movements. Advancing sirens acknowledged the horror ten feet from Seth.
One victim continued to receive CPR. He would be saved. The other wheeled off, giving the illusion she, too, would be saved. Seth had suspected otherwise.
Sirens. Someone’s hope to be saved. Seth prayed they would be.
The ambulance wailed by.