Ammara's creations

The signal blazed red, and all the drivers pushed the brakes, Ahmed was in a hurry, because he was having a street race with the car pulling up behind, he scanned the road quickly, there was no police officer around. He pressed the race, and sped off. He tried to have a glance at the back mirror to get an update of the car he was racing with. He looked up, and found the mirror slightly tilted, so the focus was not directly at the back, it was slightly towards the left.  He took off a hand from the wheel to adjust the mirror, and that was his mistake. The car coming wrong way crashed crashed squarely in his bonnet. In his attempt to adjust the mirror, he didn't even saw the car coming from the opposite sideIt all happened in a fraction of a second that none of the drivers had time to shift to another lane. Fire blazed up, and Ahmed's head, tilted to the other side, stayed there, his eyes half closed, and his hair scattered with the shattered glass from the windscreen. Cars skidd...

 I pushed open the glass door, and stepped inside. The waiting area was lined with metal benches, and a few of them were occupied. I walked a few steps, and sat on a bench. The white walls were lined with posters regarding tooth care, sponsored by different tooth brush, and toothpaste companies. The atmosphere was stuffed with the smell of toothpaste.  A girl around 11, stepped out of the surgery room, along with her mother, who was holding her as she weeped on her arm. "Mama's princess", I thought. The assistant poked his head out of the surgery room, and called "Number 13". A few people shuffled in their seats to check their number receipts, but everyone looked up at the assistant blankly, from their blank looks, the assistant figured out that the patient wasn't there, "Number 13 is not here, okay then, number 14", he said. I got up from my seat, and walked towards the surgery room. It looked like a thousand miles walk to me, and my legs suddenly...