Butta Boom

I am at the table nibbling raisins and sipping herb tea and writing and I hear BOOM and a yell. I went out onto the front porch and down to the street. I see a guys navy blue Nissan sedan driver's side door is smashed open and a lady is speaking Spanish into her phone. They're both speaking English and Spanish  pointing and accusing each other of causing this. She is wearing yellow stretch pants and has jet black straight hair a Latina Morticia. I can't believe her ass. It must be implants. The man is handsome and about her age. I imagine they will fall in love. I phone dispatch and speak to Diaz. Car accident at the intersection. They just arrived. Three squad cars. Curvy Canary Morticia is strutting in circles and nobody can believe her buttocks. Butt cheek moons on Rathbun Street. The only curves in a sea of right angles and asphalt. The police are professional and are taking notes with eyes on their notepads. The bald one is chewing gum. "Were you the only one in the car, was there anyone with you?" He asks the handsome man. They're still here so there might be more to this story.