I struggled my way into a sea of people. I bumped onto strangers but was never halting to mumble a sorry, ignoring their looks, had I not been running from someone I was sure they would pierce me. I just watched them back through a watery blur of my tears.
Just as I thought he didn’t keep up, I stopped. But the startling hard gripping on my arm told me otherwise.
“I’m sorry.”
He dropped to his knees.
“Get up!”
“Forgive me.”
I won’t. I kicked him on his side and I ran away. Well, I guess we’re even now.
photo taken from http://www.dysfinity.com/.
Ha-ha… I didn’t see that coming
– V