Gridlock traffic on Peak Road. A bit of silence between otherwise healthy banter. Dragonflies swarm the treetops, gold dust at golden hour. My friends and I aren’t looking at our phones, so we manage to take in the spectacle for a bit—until one friend pulls out her phone from her blue and white sundress to show off my newsletter. We have just been to Chung Hom Kok beach and we smell like three different brands of sunscreen. My friend hands her phone to the woman in the front seat who just earlier told us, as we were lying in the sand, that she is forty-one and three quarters. Woman seems an appropriate thing to call her. Lady might be going too far though.
“It’s not for me,” she says, handing the phone back to my friend in the sundress.
The taxi begins a slow turn at the roundabout. We see that a black Volvo SUV has backed into the low stone wall between Peak Road and a sudden death.