Mistaken Identity by Frances Rabone

Barbara brandished her new Gold Card as she caught the 10 am train to town. Stepping onto the platform, she tripped and fell. With a loud crack, her ankle snapped beneath her. A crowd gathered.
“Call an ambulance. Dial 111,” someone shouted.
“Don’t look at your foot,” urged another. It stuck out at right angles like the wing of a roast chicken.
“What’s the pain out of 10?” asked the paramedic, lifting her onto a stretcher.
The ambulance driver called ahead to A and E. “We are on our way with an elderly lady on board,” he said.
“Poor thing,” muttered Barbara as the siren started up. “I hope she’s okay.”


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