Newborn Baby

There is this busy street named after a very bad president. It's an avenue full of little shops, offices and restaurants where busy people hurry to gobble their lunch and drink a horrible bitter coffee in plastic cups before rushing back to work. In the middle of this avenue there are palm trees so high, you hardly see the tree top. They seem to reach the blue of the sky, that shines above everything like a circus tent. People walking all around, cars honking, motor bikes speeding, dogs peeing, cats looking down from the windows wondering. 


There is this lady with black hair and a huge backpack on her shoulders. She's trying to cross the street on the zebra crossing. She looks left, looks right, looks left, looks right. Nobody halts. She stays for a while looking around, waiting for a chance to cross the street.  She wonders how long it'll take to get to the other side, when suddenly a car honks so loud, everyone looks at it. A motorcycle has been to close to the car and kicked its door. The driver got extremely angry and opened the window to shout at the boy on the moto-bike. 


The lady with black hair is still waiting to cross the street. The boy on the moto-bike starts yelling back and nobody notices that a baby on the third floor of the building right next to the zebra-crossing starts to cry desperately. It had just been put to sleep and its mother had tried to shower, after a sleepless night. The father of the baby is working and nobody knew,  that he actually had been screwing his secretary, as his wife was to tired and hadn't shaved her legs in weeks. The baby cried its soul out and the mom put her bath robe on and went back to the baby's room. She didn't hear the phone ring, so she couldn't knew that her father had had a heart attack an the whole family was rushing to the hospital, which was actually pretty close to her flat.  Her mother didn't know why her daughter, who was supposed to be at home with the baby, didn't pick up the phone. She decided to try again later, as she was inside the ambulance and much more worried about her almost dying husband. 


While the baby was calming down, the driver on the street had left the car to punch the boy on the moto-bike, who jumped on his bike and rushed away to get rid of trouble. Nobody knew he had already been in jail for robbing stuff from the company he had used to work. He was driving his bike very fast, when he turned into a smaller street and got hit by a car. This driver was driving too fast and hadn't seen the boy on the bike coming, because he was distracted by his secretary who was rubbing his pants in a promising pace. The guy was totally shocked when suddenly a human body wearing a helmet broke his front shield. His secretary screamed and panicked, while the driver took a very quick decision: to leave immediately the place. If the police got here, he would have to explain so many things he didn't want to explain. The boy was probably dead anyway. Hit and run it was, then, while the secretary didn't stop crying. 


In the meanwhile the lady with the black hair had managed to cross the street to finally visit her friend and the newborn baby.